5/4/13 2:41pm – 5/5/13 3:12pm
gathering a laugh or two
i am stuck saying, “i’m stuck in ‘did i leave the stove on’ mode”.
i know that she has overheard me say it again since the first.
& once was more than enough.
each time said more confidently than the last.
gathering a laugh or two more than the last.
these laughs, we know, are not worth the fatigue it causes her & myself.
together we will continue to be drained by the sound of my own
voice until the laughs stop rolling in.
4/30/13 11:23am – 5/1/13 8:10pm
eleven twenty-one am
is the time of the first sign of life (?)
finally i can look to my wrist to receive the answer once again.
it tells me what the meaning of all this is.
my fostering of the ability to seclude.
there will be no chance of having to ask them for their time.
you, my friend that draws my eyes further upon myself.
a conversation with you is a conversation with myself.
3/29/13 5:03pm – 4/30/13 1:15pm
by window my mirror
(truth serum)
(the least at center)
i can see more than what
they are doing backwards
it speaks to me louder
than carefully packed words
by window my mirror
is running it all by me
translating body language
that in reverse i see
i can see her; who’s staring
longer than she’d like to admit
there’s a lone eye fixated
on where it is i sit
i can see him; who’s sighing
letting one out for her
of those caught in her attention
he is the least at center
to the outside looking in
i stare blankly by window
they can see i am staring
but at what? they do not know
3/29/13 12:52am – 3/29/13 2:42am
between me & my sleep
i thought i was tired
but i guess i was wrong
i am up asking why?
but my guess is this song
i’ve only just begun
& already i beg
if these hands are joking
to stop pulling my leg
it’s never that simple
don’t count on counting sheep
i am the only one who
stands between me & my sleep
how will i know to end
before it runs too long?
i thought it wasn’t time
but i guess i was wrong
3/16/13 9pm – 4/9/13 9:09pm
breaking the fourth wall for him
you said it with a straight face
you took me for a ride
how’s a girl supposed to tell
if the mouth you’re moving lied?
if he gave off any sign
i didn’t pick up on it
it snuck out the other ear
& is hiding in a sonnet
you got your story straight
you took me for a fool
it goes without saying
i know where to find the wool
whatever i am missing
is a couple steps ahead
he knows how tall i am
is why it was over my head
3/12/13 1:26pm – 3/17/13 1:40pm
blaming it on a birthmark
of course it will grow back
that is what hair does best
but until then i’m stuck
with what you’ve done in jest
if anyone asks
i’m blaming it on a birthmark
if anyone asks
I’m putting it all on a birthmark
at least back my answer
when they start to remark,
“has that always been there?”
by blaming a birthmark
3/11/13 2:45pm – 3/13/13 8:32pm
i could have sworn (that you were)
(while she is on vacation)
where is it you know me from?
the thing is we’ve never met
it’s pretty embarrassing
it must be that you’re brunette
from behind you where i sat
i could have sworn that you were
but after saying hello
you don’t believe that you’re her
can you be certain your not
just an impersonation?
& that you’re not filling in
while she is on vacation?
are you prone to amnesia?
or selective memory?
can you really rule these out
as possibilities?
do me this one small favor
by looking back to your tree
i hear that this kind of thing
can run in the family
3/9/13 12:42pm – 3/12/13 10:05am
said the glass door
you’re walking towards me
as if you’ll pass through
it’s that you can’t see
what you won’t view
you’re looking past me
i’m looking at you
checking out is not a victim-less crime
why don’t you watch where you’re going next time?
a word of advice
was what you walked through
next time you’ll think twice
not taking in the view
it wasn’t nice
running into you
3/4/13 2:20am – 3/6/13 12:18pm
slip into the morning
(a claustrophobic response)
there is a difference between the black
painted to the back of my eyelids & the
black found with open eyes in areas
deprived of light.
with open eyes a near-undetectable
adjusting occurs.
with closed eyes if i’m not careful i will
slip into the morning.
with open eyes a claustrophobic
response forms in what appeared vast.
with closed eyes i can easily watch
spots float around the back of my head.
3/4/13 12:57am – 3/6/13 3:15am
a proper exhale
“you’re so small” is what she said to me.
maybe i should give her a proper exhale.
to put an end to the charade i’ve been
keeping up.
only now that we lie side by side in complete
darkness do i dare to release what i’ve carried
sucked in all day.
there is a tenderness to my insides.
it speaks of the compressed organs now
dented by body fat.
who knows what kind of internal damage
i’ve done.