bore into the center of my soul
taped up messages covering one side
swallowing stale air
cover the table with a nice tablecloth
lone chair sits for three
escaped messages lost in cyclical time
organize similar thoughts in my mind
here I am writing another line
Going away to come back different, changed. Isn't that what I've been taught to do? Trees peeking little kinds of green, mind lost on a loop. I'm over being over & over. Say it out loud, giant, big, fat, jinx. Curl my lip at
body moves in tandem, I'm aching from a cold place wipe tear stains on the soft curves of your face exiled in gas filled brain I used all my energy to try and contain
my mouth wants another to meet it soft, wet warmth familiar motion learned fumbling this is one thing I can't do myself
worn out memory, he longs to be my muse shelf full of half pulled clues make a shape, spilled ice cream stain not used to this from you