Do you ever get the
feeling
that the whole world is
spinning,
and you are left caught in
time?
Sinking,
Falling,
Crashing,
but still standing
motionless.
-
My limbs fall short —
I can never reach
that destination; it’s
Caught,
Trapped,
Hanging,
in my mind because
the whole world is
spinning and I am in a
motionless
box. Boxed.
Boxed, locked inside.
-
I can’t stand to breathe
anymore
because each breath
feels unfulfilled in
my chest.
When my lungs sigh in
desperation,
I know my ribs crack.
Cracked.
Me?
No.
-
I’m just lost in time.
A wanderer.
Immortal Elves, that singing fair and fey
Of vanished things that were, and could be yet,
Pass like a wind among the rustling trees,
A wave of bowing grass, and we forget
Their tender voices like wind-shaken bells
Of flowers, their gleaming hair like golden asphodels.
June 20th
I’m a stranger in
my own home, an outcast in
a familiar place.
June 21st
Tell me your secrets;
reveal your dirty laundry.
Humanizing you.
June 22nd
Violet feathers
stirring, flinging dew drops on
an abandoned ground.
June 23rd
I hear the water
flying, pelting your body.
Secluded in shame.
June 24th
A blanket cannot
cover your own ugly truths.
Unveil those poor souls.
May 29th
Do you love me? Does
the shoreline love wandering
hermit crabs? Say yes.
May 30th
I can hear paper
buzzing, bursting with glee, when
kissed by a pencil.
May 31st
A minute piece of
jewelry, symbolic of
big, infinite love.
I’m longing for your body
to lay here in my room.
You don’t even have to
sleep with me; just lie on
the bottom bunk and close
your eyes. I will watch you from
the upper level and listen
to you breathe.
I’ll hang my hand down and
wait for you to awaken,
rub those sleepy eyes, and
realize I am waiting.
And when you touch me I
will sleep satisfied, knowing
I am not alone. Dreaming that
I’m a fish swimming in a
secluded pond, and you are
holding my fin forever.
Not alone.
Waiting.
So, did you
think we wouldn’t care
about you
-
now? Or did
you do it for more
attention?
-
Or were you
serious for once
in your life?
May 6th
I’m almost at the
end of this road. It’s time to
construct a new path.
May 7th
A pink Bible pressed
into my palms by a prea-
cher. Eternal gift.
A pair
of my underwear
were sprawled on
the floor.
-
You said “Hi honey”
and asked me
to put my clothes
in the hamper.
-
But you didn’t comment
on the fact that my
body was exposed
to you.
-
I guess I should have
guessed when you started
kissing early morning coffee
instead of me.
