Monday, November 25, 2013

I want to bake some
fallin’ in love pie. swallow each bite,
feel it warm in my mouth, warm in my chest
then warm in my stomach, no space


a warm pink glow about my skin
a nice and slow spread-
ing of it, nice and

it’s a good feeling to have, a good
feeling to have in your lungs –
heaving, even
just as long as they’re

won’t have to pull my sleeves anymore
won’t have to hold my need, won’t
have to scratch my skin anymore
have a


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

wantingly be, all of the time

what can I do?

Thursday, November 14, 2013

i am no simple, nor am i 
plain, just a little shine and some
dull areas but that's okay

i have enough lace to wrap myself in and 
feel perfectly fancy for the rest of my life

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

how easily the un-ease slips, scary how well I know it now, an old etcetera met with an almost-warmth because it is so much a part of my own body, a familiarity, that is, familiar in my own skin, just a swimming in my gestures. just a shift every so often, for I have not settled. just a bird perched in the center of my chest and I cannot open it --

I have been 
interrupted and re-visited with no 
                  memory of how I 

Friday, November 8, 2013


today i fell in love with every face that didn't look away when we made eye contact, godjust lean down and (stoopinglike stone arches) lay heavy kisses that ground me so, just so i can stretch my toes and my neck through and pulling every nerve to it's end just
kiss you, too