bumps

two in the morning
firmly i walk into wall
nose and toes protest

collaboration

i am multi-faceted. on bright days i glimmer
rock candy's melted, only diamonds now remain

yay

hope is sitting in a corner
not very silently
she hums sometimes

cut-outs

Old wounds never heal; they only pretend;
and I know all about pretending
See, it was shelved, but still
one wispy what-if will
not let me go, and you are going to
because you cannot bear not to
for now, I wait and one day I will raise a toast
and to her I will say I know

night rides

Are you jealous?
Yes.
What?
Are you jealous, you said. Yes, I said.
Look, this is the part where you're supposed to say "Of what?" Or "Of whom?"
Really?
Yes!
Why does it matter what it is? Or who? It doesn't matter. There is something about everyone that makes me jealous. They all have lives that I cannot live.

in heat

the day promises
coiled springs, swishing slips
my head buzzes, my hands flutter quiver stutter
my tongue lies heavy and potent
my stomach anticipates
still i feel, oh sibilant syllables,
sexy
humm purr hiss

sweetness

i cannot let it go
and it really means nothing
does it?
strange offers and allusions and intrigue
little hums and i cannot make up my mind
more and more and more
and none perfect
but then
i never wanted perfection
i only wanted broken i could fix

validate me

tell me
what makes me special
what it is about me
that sets me apart
tell me everything about me
that you love
that you hate
a person is more
than the sum of their parts
i just want to be sure
that i am worthy