I watch the kids.
Brown broken glass
around them.

Over it I fell,
Peace and glory to the night
Showing you that an
image is free and indulgent
permissive and letting.

To discover a name,
a sweet nothing in my ear and to believe
that the future is near.

I stare that, of eyes and I hold in my hand, lies.

Catching the glance of an
Almost stranger almost friend.
Catching my own breath, the seconds
Prolong. Drifting my attention back to the
Speaker.
Legs tired as they touch the ground beneath.
My eyes suddenly aren’t mine.
The dirt of my palms, sand of the turf.

Your eyes reflect the lightest blue
A mirror of me
They never stopped looking while I was lost in
Attention.

Lake that glistens tame to the bare eye.
When you come across it suffocates.
Although it's beautiful and melancholic,
there is a darkness surrounding it.

The maple leaf is here,
and when I watch it,
the crows watch me.
There's a breeze that I can catch
in the quicksand pit stomach of a bear.
to be a child again as I
let go, it feels like I'm old
But my birthday passed and the chains made noise
but oh how nice to finally see the light,
in a never-ending maze I feel happy.

Partly because
im trapped in.
Partly like bubble wrapped
Forced into a box and told id be loved.
I wanted to look at the moon at the same time you did.
Feel how your palm sweated.
I wanted to be witness to a love Id say yes to.
Remembering those moments,
episodic memory that its feelings contradict.
Theater room sat
Sore and lonely
As words, phrases, and sentences escaped from your lips and travelled to those around you.
I am the decoration to your walls.
Yet I knew that you were the faux fur under the promising sun.
And now I was waiting for another day
To drag along and find an excuse
To end this gut of a feeling.
Because it is true
And that liars like liars

The mud I swing above of.
She told me to take my time as
The change from the
strawberry ice cream began to roll.
My sage green coin purse.
I wish to leave this town
Neither small or big but
It seems like knows me more.

The waters of march.
Known for the rain and yet
The tears wont dry because its warmer outside.

Wondering if the acid in my stomach
Has had enough of me.
Wondering if the doctor can still
swing like a child for comfort.

In a few months
Ill have to go
But i wonder if
I'll be swinging still
Lamenting.

Tongue of the wise  .
Vida mia.  
I tie the lasso around.

Intoxicated and medicated,
the burn that leaves my crystal
passage of wellness.

Im serving tables and they
tables serve me.
This industry of destruction
where the powder in the bathroom
is laid on in lines.

My bone and flesh don't
stand on its own.
The coin is worth more.

I am there staring at the sign.
Cladophora algae
the great lakes.
They sway inviting me into
the rising waters.

Alone there, with no fish.
Pebbles and sand shake my hand.
Getting ***** is something I can't withstand.
And yet here I am looking at the lake.

It wants to eat me alive.
Drowning me on the way to maybe the otherside.
on a little wisconsin bay.
Where fishermen are congratulated for giving their lives in winter
and I am frowned upon for giving it up
in the spring.

There will be no answer.
And I will find myself again.
At swallow Clift step after step.

Rolling hills of gravel,
And sun hitting the sweat like it’s dew.

Do I deserve this ?
Am I worthy?
Things I would say when I didn’t believe in my name.

But the hunger grows inside of me.
How much do I want it ?

I was born and my role was determined
To love I was capable of,
I knew the change before it occurred.
When the rooster woke me up I knew,
The dishes, the table and someone’s lunch.

One day,
I’ll have to conform myself
to the role I was born into.
Oh, the identity of me will be gone.  
And I will form someone
From the womb.

I’ll be grateful that he’ll come to me,
When the silver of the night reflects on the pond.
Next door everyone’s asleep.
I’ll be there next to kitchen.
Like a doll.

When I die I’ll regret it all
A life I couldn’t choose and
People I ended loving,

The dust mites like to eat.
The moths like to feast.
I tried to feed them
I tried to give them.

Glory, glory, glory
can you make the gory sight go away?

The mice trickled down my spine
and every time the sound of wet
chewing of paper wrappers under
the counter, I cover my ears.
I can't face the sob story.

You, with your mask, so sly,
Return only when I've said goodbye.
When I'm fine, standing tall and true,
You reappear, like a ghost, out of the blue.

Vivi por ahi, con dos camisas una sucia y una limpia.
A Veces frotaba la cara en la sucia y mi conciencia me mataba.
La otra a mi lado no se dio cuenta.
No era algo que a mi me gustaba.
A veces deseaba que la camisa me hablara, que me dijera estoy aquí y que podía ponerme la.

Y cuando se dio cuenta, me tenia reconcor.