I woke up warm today—
and your skin smelled like
coffee.

I have always
hated
the sign of caffeine
in the morning
(and you know this).


but one day you will be gone
and all I will crave
is your coffee skin
in the morning.

I woke up cold today—
like the *** of coffee
you left on the counter
last monday.

Days when you come home
on thursday nights
with cigarettes in an elastic band
are like black sheep.
I count them when I fall asleep
and sometimes I lose track because
they all have blurred together.

I spoke to god, once—
and he told me
to never forget
the capital g.    / because
language exists everywhere

oops.

I woke up on your bathroom floor with linoleum lines in my cheek.
If language exists everywhere
why did you never speak to me
when you came home
on thursday nights
with cigarettes in
an elastic
band.

the father, the father, the creation—

the sin
the sun
the son

solemn day out at sea
when even words
won't talk to me.

You*

       Don't
                  Remember
                                ­      Me.
                    Faraway.
                          ­            So
                                              Last­
                                                        Time:
  ­                      Don't come home.

Letters left me last June
and I soon found myself sticking my finger into the flame
and even touching fire I still don't feel that spark
It's not the same.
It's not the same.
So I stick my head, my shoulders, and my name
into fire.
But still
No desire.

I dream of you, but
I do not day dream of you, and
That is a step in the left
Direction.

you did not fill the hole
you were the hole

I don't know what I want but—
I know I don't have it.

I could listen to this voice for decades.


I think I will.

you turn around
and my eyes
traverse your spine.
your love touches
mine. life is fine.
life is fine.

i can't let go of the past if i am surrounded in it—
watching the old and blowing off the new.
From second to seventh, all i can recall has left me
counting months until it means something

when you took him out
from under my wing
and into the air
and into the lightning

I want to find you at three in the morning again

I want to know if you've kissed another girl's skin

*I want to know that I taste better

Laying down and letting the sadness
consume you
Wrap
around you and slip
into your throat
like the lover you let
into your lungs
like breath

I would drop the world for you
I would drop the world for you
and I have

I  miss  the  way  you
(didn't)
talk          to          me.

white was always my favorite color

(i used to remember you


i remember when
you used to breathe)
     but i never wanted
to taste it,
no