Do your dogs **** on the
green lawn of the
White House?
Does the future scare you?
Have you run through the
endless halls with your
First Lady, playing tag?
What was your first pet,
and what did you want it to be?
Are you the most inspirational
person you know?
What drives you?
What won’t you admit to yourself?
How do you take your coffee?
Sincerely, me.

Rubber scrapes
words
thoughts
answers
questions
secrets
facts
mistakes
o­ff the page
eating them up,
they never existed.

I think like a poet.
That’s why I get headaches.
Images burst
wishing
waiting
hoping
for my head to explode.

I will be okay,
I will be okay,
I will be okay.
Quiet breathing
gives way,
a building breaks inside me,
shudders quake from
my toes
to my shoulders.

“Tis but a nick,”
said the captain
of the Titanic.
“Don’t worry.”

“What a beautiful thing it is to have loved.”
Maybe.
But what if your love
tore you apart?

I deal with my
problems by
forcing them
into small boxes
for easy storage.