Hallowed, the boat
that brings me to

you

Slow motion against dusk
cotton skin, strawberry jaw
steeped in chamomile with
cold water, goosebumps
made of

dew

I am buried
beneath a child's voice
who s h a k e s when people
sigh, No, I understand
she tells them
I really do
Understand

I can
never
make
my
point

.

The best kind of art isn't stolen
there is nothing new under the
sun anyway, except for people
people will always be untrodden
in the simple way that they

exist

Does your own breath
sound like the wind on
the sea, low blue static

shhh

have i tried for too long
to be a kind of graceful
i am not? delicacy with-
out the shoes, the eyes
Daaé, without the voice
so what kind of pretty
is a girl without

grace?

Constantly reminded
why i don't trust you
It was september and
you said I'll just try it

I'll just try it

What if a touch
really could turn
our nightmares
in-to golden

dust?

he acts like I never
saw the private bits
An Entitlement, he
is unabashed, to let
his lips hang low,to
know he could take
advantage of
me

Wave dimpled, salt crested
riding a dry wind, smells a
bit like cinnamon but I will
not complain, I enjoy things
that remind me of places
I used to call

home

My grandmother wakes
before the sun and talks
to God, I wonder if he is
listening and answering

If I were viscous,paint in an open bucket
congealed raisin bran in a bowl, sort of like
crystallized honey, grainy, comatose with
sugar
would you still
love me

waiting to be
someone's dancer

More than once
I have said never
again, so maybe
i'm stronger than
I think, stronger
than i

feel

I think he thought
i would give up the
way they do when
they see his bedroom eyes
evidence to the fact
that he thought I was
that kind of person,so
I wonder what part of
me told him that, what
part of me told him I

was easy?

It's possible that the only thing
he sees are the whites of my feet
flipping like silvery fish bellies
slapping the pavement, a straight
shot across the street, fluorescent
at midnight, no streetlights
are those her arms
pistons, pistons, pistons
I'm a born runner, born never
chaser, this is the way it has
always been

i don't even have to move to do it anymore

these bones are my crutches
colour washed, royally trussed
All but these bones, I'm just a

medley of stolen things

you could take some
time to hold yourself
there will always be
lace dresses to make
you feel pretty, maybe
they bring out the purity
who knows, you could be happy

you could be happy.

I'm sorry I kissed your neck--
it was reckless, force of habit
and I have already hurt you

It's warmer after it rains
here, when the weather
brings spirits out of the
earth

he speaks a kind of
currency that could
pull the stars closer
if that kind of thing

were possible

find the potential
for love
in everyone

So far I have picked up
my phone several times
while wondering in between
separate thoughts
what is the nature of his
intentions and why doesn't he respond?

I hate games, I hated Sorry,
Balderdash, Operation

He mentioned that all girls are crazy
hit the right spot,
I don't really think I am
but that doesn't change the fact that it
stuck with me

If I go through motions enough
the should i
could i
no i won't
do you think 21 times would do the trick?
or was it 28 to break a bad habit?

I didn't think he was a bad habit

Oh, he was three jobs, and school
a sport to attend to, more games
more everything else

and I keep considering the scenarios
how do i approach this? How do I seem unlike
the 'crazy' women he's spoken about?
oh, she's positively daft
he must say to himself

I think.

I *think

anything could be home
anyone could be home
the problem is that
you can't find comfort
in people, they're
not good for that.

Do you ever
hear music
in the middle of the night