whirlwind sprinting to
the flittering keys, I need
to be more, to say more
I need to be the person
they think I can be, a
woman with confidence
an artist, a lover, the
person I always was
under the soot, diamond
in the rough, and
I'm ready to shine.

****** up head and BPD, girl, I know you wanted me
Wanna see me in the dirt, wanna see me in a skirt
I wanna be cute like you, let me feel your molecules
**** me hard inside the church, then I'll show you my cute skirt

Girl, you make me so warm
Without you, I'm so bored
Your voice is stuck inside my head
My blood spilled, it's really red
Come right here and lick it up
Kiss my neck and **** me up
**** me 'til the sun's up, **** me 'til I throw up

Hope eludes you
through each day.

And quietly you sleep.

The day is harsh.
The night is rest.

And quietly you sleep.

I think of you.
Send my hope.

And quietly you sleep.

Im seeing you,
resting far away.

And quietly you sleep.

The world can't touch you,
the one I adore.

And quietly you sleep.

Children
exist in a place where
they can only receive

They don't refuse gifts
out of self centered pride

Such are the ones who seek the Kingdom of Heaven

For unless they become children of God they will never enter

We play on the corner till the streetlights thin
and stars pinprick a corkboard sky.

Dinner is anytime: bologna on white;
Kool-Aid cut thin with tap.

No hurry home unless for the news -we don’t.
We want what’s coming, not what’s been.

Paper fortune tellers flutter open / close.
She writes the answers first.

Lift one flap: your dog dies. Another: a prince.
Another: best party in town, no dress required.

He lifts a flap: her name-
“meant for you,” her sister whispers.

Then rain- blue-lined paper caves;
ink loosens, futures wash mid-fold.

At This Street & That Road, a drunk witch
swears Saturn and Jupiter will make us rich.

She forgets conjunctions come every twenty years.
Lunch money turns to lottery slips.

Rounding the corner, the futures
sign their names where ours should go.

There's a dance
Dynamic
When you live
With people
Up and down
And maybe
Right and left
All around
A trade off
In noise
And smells
And habits and such
So many come and go
In this grand rabbit hutch.