brown

your lack of worry
about eyes all over our lips
makes me wonder
if it will faze you when i sing

at times that's all i need

eat

stop walking

lift the shields from your feet

sink into something heavier than you

lean back

open up

I love your hands

they never sleep

but let them rest

tell me how empty you've felt sometimes

when you've ingested all you can

from the noises that feel so sharp

come, breathe in what i'm stirring

let it heat your mind

your soul is yet to be touched

put this on your tongue

chew

swallow

don't stop until you feel full

painful corner

lead me across the sidewalk to these places you think you know
forget how my hand feels in yours
forget the song our footsteps write
forget the new smell of the wind between us
we're on our way to streets
named after different kinds of hurt
show them to me
look up at the signs and let the tears fall from your chin
scream at them
shake them and punch them
all that's left is your bloody fist
let's go back to the other side of the walk
better yet
let's stay here
and smell the wind between us
write songs with our feet
until your hand heals

i can't think of the moment
when i was first lonely
it could have been
when i was born
after being so comfortable
being a part of someone else
i wonder if it felt cold
and dry
i feel more alone in winter
than in summer
a stomach is only moist and big enough
for someone to grow
for nine months



not finished....

she said
you fall so easily
i think really
i just dangle
along side a cliff
waiting to be untangled
by a big enough wave
whose hair smells like salt
on my hands
whose hands look like sun
on my stomach
whose mouth feels like water
on my neck
if it was the ocean i could fall into
let it engulf me

A train stands for the Angry man riding it across from me tonight

i can not apologize
for anyone's skin

if i had the power
to create skin
i would have made your eye lids thicker
and heavier than train tracks
so you wouldn't have to scream
when people like me sit across from you
tired enough not to move away
when i'm called a dirty white bitch
at least seven times
on my way home

if i had the power
to create skin
i would make your eye lids
two full moons
so i wouldn't have the urge
to glimpse under them
into whites stained red from liquor
or from fire
i don't know when it started
but i hope some day
it sizzles out