Monday, November 12, 2012

can't be your chapped-lips-chap-stick,
be your late night calls or
your first morning breath, can't
be your warm fingers and can't
be your blooming bruises around
the neck.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

all it will take

floral pants, a 
better sense of humor, 
some ability to maneuver between
sleep and the pre-dawn hours, 
enough of a house to keep 
the bugs out
the cat in
and a handful of 
mountains outside
my door. 

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

There are people whom, upon entering the room, 
make me wish I could vomit on cue. If just to show them
what a bad taste
they leave 
in my 

Monday, November 5, 2012

I am no polished, smooth-skinned, arms extend-
ed beauty. I have no sleek-and-shine, just
too much