Church
something like a milky trace of a cold wet glass on an oak table
something like a milky trace of a cold wet glass on an oak table
while I'm walking around church
thinking this hurts
not to be everywhere at once
your
babys mouth is open
from the side the light shines through it like
a sideways v
me, I'm angry, practicing curling my eyelashes in your magnifying mirror to pass the time
in your house for some reason
Shop Owner/Medicine Shop
looks like a medicine shop
usually better from far away
the
owner of maybe an incense store
with the pen in his pocket looks at me
for such a long time I’m pretty sure he
just
can’t speak
on the sidewalk I'm pulling
my scarf over my nose
Three Women
"We don't like the twins"
Taylor
I
was 15 when I got crushes
on all the drug addicts and delinquents
on the snowy farm
on all the drug addicts and delinquents
on the snowy farm
you were also 15,
addicted to coffee and cigarettes
addicted to coffee and cigarettes
and
building a cabin
at
your rehab program
I thought about you
while I did my homework
in California
in California
Haven’t seen you in a century
wonder how you changed now
did you know who I really am now
did
you know it
couldn’t
even show it
to
my mom.
The letters you mailed me
The letters you mailed me
wish
you hadn’t,
the DVDs,
the facebook messages
the DVDs,
the facebook messages
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