I feel forsaken
like a rolled newspaper in the rain.

Is that You? in the window box?
Is that You? magnificent in a woken engine?

I don't mean to be sullen,
a crushed flower with a brave yellow bloom--

I'm a vine growing in through the window
of your abandoned holy room.

Oh honey. My fingers flat upon
your smooth chest made of smoke,

I am rain falling ever further from her cloud.
Call me back---use your voice of *****-shaped leaves.

I will come, across the lawns and waters
to kneel at your feet
and sing.

my mist expires in your atmosphere
linen sheets adhere
around my throat, no fear
smell pheromones in the air
it's crystal clear, my dear
i am amiss without you near

self-controlled
white-knuckle hold
now conquered
cold and longing to spy a songbird
if only for a single moment
and nothing longer
i am somber but mighty fond of her
strong enough to say it still
and stronger now to do
smart enough to ponder it here
but dumb enough to squander it too
red hearts are lies
beating blood flows blue
it is true, did you hear?
i'm amiss without you near

i thought we were musketeers
turns out you're the puppeteer
pulling my strings, was as I feared
another way to ingratiate and endear
while I'm tied here waiting to hear a footstep
to take the next step
another level for this intimate project
but from this aspect with all due disrespect
you subject me to intense neglect
you're a ****** architect speaking scintillating dialects
only I can connect but I am a bad girl... so I guess I deserve it

my favorite show now that you mention
is when you are standing at attention
you brighten your eyes and your voice changes inflection
my indiscretion becomes your intention
but I digress, and bite through, throughout this blissful rendezvous
as we float like a feather into the bedroom together
past dawn until noon
it must be true
i am amiss without you

I have never been so depressed
as I was
when stepped on by an elephant

I have never been so down
as I was
when attacked by a moulting duck

I have never been as shocked
as I was
when wiring that plug as I did

I never felt so abandoned
as I was
when she passed and left me here

When I think about her
I don't believe I will ever feel alive again
but I am older and will join her soon

When I say I miss something,
I don’t always mean the people.
I miss the sun that shined through the window,
The leaves fleeting in the wind,
The bird flying by.
I don’t miss the people; I miss the moment and the air,
The feeling of being there—
Even though I’d hate to be there.

the butchers nest
blood on the linoleum
she sharpens her blade
pay her and meats on the
table, just don't think about
where it comes from.

Children rush past me,

I hold on to the edge, no --


longer a mother.