Honorable. Her design, Respected. Her character, Dignified. Her pages, Well lettered. Her story, Unread. Like a book, mesmerising, And too often judged by her cover.
stroke my spine. pick me up
(please, don’t hesitate). feel my cover. look into my index. like me. take me home (fast). breathe me in. knife my pages open.
The world put to a halt,
In lockdown Creating this cocoon of ours. Morning kisses Conversations on toast Another coffee for this sleepyhead, It is in those seconds you do not notice That it hits me the most. Who will we be When this page goes down in history? Dressing sharp for a burger Dancing to silence, I will remember Feelings on the tip of my tongue Slowly unlocking - Truth lights up the dark I fell in love During lockdown.
If my assumptions about him are right
It is going to take more than friends for him to see the light Jumped gun without stopping to take a second look Scared before I had a peek under the cover of his book
All is not what it appears to be
i switch to my jeans
i slick back my hair i take off my shirt i show off my abs i slip on my martens i put on my glasses i light up my cig i also come in paperback
For migrating birds
Autumn is vacation time Lucky little birds
rolling down my cheeks. Tears rolling down my chin. Tears, voiceless screams. Tears, colorless blood. Tears, please cover me. Tears, please drown me!
do not warm me.
Do you think you can handle me?
I can’t even handle myself. Oh dearie me! What a shame!