i miss you.

the girl with the sneaky smile
and the butch hands is pretty cute.
but maybe i'm only interested because
she reminds me of you-
the first thing i noticed was her long mess of hair
and of course i offered to cut it.
i can't believe i'm saying this, but-
i think i'm jealous.

one of the best writers i've ever read:

http://www.nowmove.blogspot.com/

babe, i hope you write a book one day. she's got such a way with words.

to the man

to the man who sees ghosts
during daylight:
the world is out to get you.
stand up, you get restless
sit down, you get robbed
of your pride.
you're still a man, don't
let anyone tell you otherwise.
you can hear people's secrets, see
their thoughts form into words
so real that you can
touch them,
taste their color.
you read so many people, but
to them, you are invisible,
so you shout.
you scream their hate back at
them, laugh
when they finally see you,
watching you anxiously,
surprised that they too
can be judged
by someone as lowly
as a man who makes a home
out of a park bench.

oh heyyyy...

it's been a while. so here:

"to the woman"

to the woman
sucking on an unpeeled mango
like a woman's teat:
you squeeze out the fruit's juices
like a child
drains it's mother of her milk
until she is empty, a shell
of her former self.
you look at her, your
sleeping daughter and wonder
where your own mother is.

--

"valley forge"

nature is never quiet.
even here, i am surrounded
by the sound of cicadas dancing
in the trees.
these creatures sound like the ocean.
they sound like wet sand being rubbed
between earthy brown fingers.
they sound like rain hitting
hot asphalt and evaporating into steam.
nature is never quiet. it is restless,
and sleep-depraved.

"please don't leave me here"

i have forgotten
how easy it is to love someone
so much. you are
miles and miles away and yet
i can feel your hands
pushing on my chest,
your nail-bitten fingers tugging at my mouth,
pulling my lips apart until vulnerable words
flow out slow like honey, sweet things like
“i miss you” and “please don't leave me here”.
your responses drop in my open mouth like stones,
and i struggle to swallow them all,
until they fall heavy into my stomach.

(not quite sure who this is to exactly)