when i grow up, i'd
like to be a ghost
i'm already invisible
to everyone
so i think i'm
halfway there

If you’re becoming a poet, you should think about it twice. Once you’re one, you’ll notice every single detail no one else does. You’ll notice the coldness in their eyes, and the way their lips move. You’ll notice the way they sway, and the exact color of their skin. You’ll see poetry in the living and in the death. You’ll feel straighter with a broken leg. You’ll see things everyone else is blinded to. And finally, everytime you get to see blood, you’ll remind yourself you’re alive. These are the reasons no one should ever become a poet.

I love to watch you sing in your car.

The way you play invisible pianos and guitars.
The way you scream out all your favorite lines.
The way your face tells the story of the music.

I love to watch our hands.

When they are interlocked and unbreakable.
When they search for one another constantly.
When they run over each others bones.
When they pull our bodies closer together.

I love to watch us.

Becoming one.
Becoming something more.
Becoming better than before.

And when you reach for me in the dark of your car, singing out the words of one of our songs, just to find me missing.

Know that I am saturated in the lyrics you scream, and the fingerprints on your window.

(i.r)

my life is no longer life
but a hologram.
nothing is real anymore,
every thing is transparent.

Put me on your assembly-line.
Manufacture me limb by limb.
Make me transparent to all of the pain I used to know,
love me like the back-beat to your favorite songs,

      let your passion move me,
and I will
do the
same.