three thousand words a day

just keep transcribing this tumble of sickness and sweetness and light and shade until you reach the limits of your language listen to the timbre taken out of context and into subtext strap it down and submit it to paper cut it with razor laser focus finders keepers losers creepers steep tea while you wait for the right words to come come come here and let me tell you why i do what i do how i do it to stay present peculiar particular about the shape of stuff and junk punk who never really grew out of her boots bound to misbehave again

do you have a preference?

yes indeed i do i do i do prefer kind and clever and piano-span hands and laughing eyes and wicked mouths and steady feet and taller than me so i don't feel so all-consuming of space all the fucking time yes indeed i do i do i do prefer honesty and quiet reading evenings and making out in the back row and pizza on tuesday nights and black coffee and cold glasses and dressing gowns i do i do i do yes indeed

ugh, i wish

he's proud and humble and clear and i want i want i want oh just to be within his orbit within his guarded imaginings just a little more often i could stand that i could stand to hear him listening to me how plush this realm is this inner world of one-day-i-will-say-all-this-out-loud-ness that cloaks me in roses

nine hundred (haiku)

number nine hundred
scars bleed unexpectedly 
red against white moons

some days

there are times when it is wisest to hit control alt delete on your life for a minute you can always come back to the misery another time when there's room for tears

legless

there's a tangle of affection in my right thigh dedicated to just his smile and i'm in danger now as this could spill over into infatuation with the gentlest suggestion of reciprocation can never be too careful keep the queen of hearts in my back pocket in case of a crush

discotheque versus library

silence on the dancefloor
or a ruckus in the stacks
either way we'll be joyous