Insides
Slice my muscles.
Break apart my joints.
Assess the liquids that
seep out.
Their color,
viscosity,
make up.
See my insides.
But please
sew me up
before you wake me,
and don't forget to
wash your hands.
I don't want to
stand up
and watch my organs
fall through my
fingers.
I would not survive
the sound of
wet noises as they
hit the floor.
I won't stop bleeding
on my own.
Dress my wounds.
Listen to my heart.
Keep an ear open
to the timbre of
my lungs.
Continue to
kill my pain.
Hearts
Tomorrow they crack open
your chest.
Harvest arteries from
your legs.
Give you a
Frankenstein heart.
I've been having dreams
about dying on the table.
Me dying.
You.
And beautiful white doves.
It alarms me,
knowing that I've
dreamt of deaths before
that came to pass.
I have been sitting
in hard plastic chairs.
Watching your legs
fill with fluid.
Like tree trunks that shudder
under the weight of
your body.
That could snap
under the winds of
a decent storm.
Isn't that what this is?
These last few months
have been a hail storm.
Shelter is fleeting.
I am so very different.
The rain is sideways.
It has shut me up.
In some ways I am glad
for this reminder.
That the world is bigger
than my pain.
That the total upheaval
of my life is null
compared to the
fear of mortality
I see on your face
when you holler at Mom.
When you make me leave.
And how much energy
it must take
to be pleasant on the phone
to your friends,
the nurses,
the dip shit doctors.
We are so similar.
Your genes made me a nerd.
You made me smart.
And we both have
flailing hearts.
Cliff
There are many ways to
get where you are going.
I am just a vehicle
leaking oil.
Coldplay comes on the
radio and
I get bored.
Change the station.
I stop at a light and
think about incandescent
light bulbs
going extinct.
Cloudy headlights.
Little red brake lights.
Demon eyes.
I just want someone
who wants to bone me
in the backseat
before I hop out
and let it roll
right off a cliff.
If it isn't right
get rid of it.
Or at least bang out
the dents.
Regret
what i would do to see your face...
to hear your voice,
to call out your name.
i can't say for sure
that i'm okay.
i can't say for sure
that i don't miss you.
i can't keep lying to myself.
i wish i could explain why
i'm devastated that you
no longer text back.
we were never
anything
but
i wish i could explain how much
that i wished
we were.
i wish that
i was brave enough
to say
what i itch to say...
but,
the day
is not today.
Shaping our world
Love is the rhythmic pounding of a drum...saturating and shaping a world by sound...that's what love is...but love does not stand alone...it is the breaking and fall of a reed flowing through the water...turning stone after stone, making sand...love existed before the earth...the earth was a shadow and love filled the shadow in...the earth came from a place that never was...an impossibility lifted from a nonexistence...and love reaped from this miraculous reward.....we are able to hold this union by touching the long grass, breathing the blue air...a continual beat...beating till the earth is no more...live with compassion...nothing lasts forever, but love
7:45
In bed.
Dog curled against my back.
Clean sheets.
Sunlight forcing herself
on the blinds.
Blue walls create a
robins egg womb.
I still only take up half.
I wake with a start
and forget it's Saturday.
Hands hit things until
I grip my glasses,
my phone.
7:45
Don't have to be up
until 9:00
It is so me
to jump the gun.
Almost 30 years ago
I popped out 6 weeks early.
They say I was yellow.
My head looked like an orange.
I wasn't done yet,
but there I was
naked and screaming.
Not much has changed.
Kick Back
One scenario of life is standing behind an abusive customer who has no respect for the employee. They're loud, attention-seeking children in adult bodies. They haven't grasped the art of communication competency...the art of politeness and saving face. There will be many more lines in our lifetime. Migraine lines, sexual assault lines, do as I say lines, squat and cough lines...and yet the trick is to not be beaten down by one person's act of stupidity. And, there was a brief mention of a wallet left behind after the enraged coffee-oholic stormed out.... But, in this case scenario (for some universal reason) there is no wallet to be found.