I think
sorry scares me the most.
How sorry are we?
feels a lot like
Thanks
like
talking all the time without
a body
go home and watch
Jennifer’s Body
cry to music & rewind yourself
be kind, sit back down
on the little shelf
remind me
again why
I feel like rain wants to fall from me
like I could turn into tomorrow again
When I want to be
last Thursday

So.
I guess if I’m not hurtin
I’m not
certain of anything

& if I’m not certain
I’m a curtain begging to be opened
to feel sun instead

I want to be the pillows
& not our
12 or 3
the window stays open
& It’s just
you and the sheet
the light always
goes out
just like I’ve got two thumbs
two bugs and a poem
too many
nights on our phones
maybe I’m too
dumb to say it
maybe just
desperate to
count sheep
I’m making up
colors for summer &
kissing you in
my sleep

Woke up something soft
this morning
3:36, 37
the unfailing sound of orange

time traveler’s pillowcase
face down like
the root of something
bigger
preferring

I’m learning this
the long way

Panting after
licking the envelope

stuck inside of
appetite’s loop
& my tendencies hands
all over you

leave me
I’m
a brick of sticks
one of the
little pigs

my last straw

a wolf’s great draw

& call me

don’t say baby

so this whole house falls

I ain’t blown away
no luck of the
no luck at all

It’s every day of the week
The way birds sing in
trees
to the
beat of the leaves
while we’re talking
It’s the scream of my knees
& every
Thing you say to me
has been drumming in a beat made of humming

give me your T-shirt or something

I’m online in the morning

I’m in love on the knuckle of loving.
You really do something
You’re probably something

And I’m the thumb on a hand full of wanting

wake me up
snoozed another good-morning
tried my own head
like purple
crashed every inch of skin -
how I want it
it’s Wednesday babe
what’s for lunch
what’s for good &
everyone else
How did I move
?
Take me anywhere and I’ll come
take me home & let me melt

It’s another day
a perfect one if you want it

everyone’s waiting on it
I’ve got
Lemonade
I’ve got
All day

Tonight I want to
write something beautiful

say it perfect so you call it a poem

read it again;
How pretty
now that it’s about you

call me
call it love on Tuesday
again like cinnamon
tomorrow like coffee

never too early
late like my timing &
no-meaning-nothing

good morning
cheers too for something

kiss the moon
smack the sun
eat a star and call it breakfast
I dare you