homesick
it’s a phenomenon i don’t quite get
i suppose it was my home making me sick
all the pain i wish to forget
fresh air fills each breath
exploring the unknown depth
of the beauty between birth and death
all of my efforts finally for me
floating over uncharted seas
embracing the distance with ease
emotional chains,
and
growing pains
from maturing far too soon,
no longer haunt my childhood bedroom.
awake
i stare at the microwave clock
directly across from my bed
it’s what keeps my eyes wide
that blinking dialogue of red
my eyes never leave it
Yet I never see the numbers change
Must be between blinks
and all of the thoughts I think.
about why i can’t sleep.
I can never catch the moment
when I peacefully slip under
even when I fake it
my body cannot surrender.
so instead i comb through my day
each strand of mistakes
braiding it away while I’m still awake
teeth
i adore your crooked teeth
the milky stone expressing the child underneath
i want to know your cavities and sores
where sweet sugar lingered until you couldn’t take anymore
the insides of your cheeks that you nervously bite
making your jaw look sharp as you chew on your fright
the choreographed dance of your tongue
glazing across your teeth to the roof of your mouth it clung
your lobby of words so seductively strange
tastebuds decorating a mouth id never change.
i <3 dad bodz
i suspect he wore a shirt in the pool as a kid
to hide his soft stomach
tho it was something no one asked to be hid
he would plant his feet on the textured cement
holding his breath under water
to disguise his lament
counting the seconds until his diaphragm begged
sucking in sweet air as his head emerged to the sky
tho he wishes he could stay under instead
where the chlorine stung his eyes blind
and water cradled his worries
and he could escape to a world more kind
ribs
i think about my ribs often
those twelve pairs of bone
peaking shyly through my skin
an ivory cage
protecting the gentle soul within
a single heart so alone
i have this vision
perhaps a distant memory
deep within the collective realm
where i fly freely
with beautiful wings drenched in milky feathers
whimsically existing everywhere and no where all together
my heart is open and unprotected, no bones at all to weigh me down
attachment and pride
are synonymous with being chained to the ground
the angel finally lands
delicately falling
into the trap of selfish hands
where society hurts and projects
the aching soul inevitably reacts
with a mechanism to protect
wispy wings flutter with grace
before calcifying slowly
curling within the cavity of the heart
Twelve stone fingers grasp around
As a barrier to keep suffering apart
Eve was born of this very bone
When God erased the notion
Of “being alone”
Perhaps this flesh is not a prison
rather the amoeba to a future decision
To rip open ribs and find your wings
embracing love within all things.
mosaic of love
if mimicry is the highest form of praise,
then on my knees I lay
subconsciously worshiping your every way
how can i ever fully let you go?
when I still use your jokes
and effortlessly mimic your tone.
i can no longer differentiate what was yours and what is my own.
I mirror to get close in body and of mind
soon our mannerisms intertwine
until we are similar,
i am you, and you are mine
who am i if not a mosaic of love?
built from the pieces of people I cannot help but think of?
these little glass shards shine and reflect
though the presence of their artist i inevitably forget.
my shadow
i usually see her from behind,
her long legs stretching sidewalk strides
keeping our distance seductively wide.
her back Ieaks soft spinal peaks
and whispers of a language that I doubt that she speaks
but there is a story there
painfully placed by needles and ink
with the brim of her skirt kissing the concrete
a lift of knee reveals her narrow feet
walking a thin line created so discrete
that no one else but her could see
the stray
i love taking in strays
matted fur and feeling
unloveable in their ways
when they bite i understand
i let their teeth sink in
my weak wrist and frail hands
we are cut from the same cloth
i take them in
groom them until their fur is soft
scratch behind their ears
pour my love until i am empty
eradicating their fears
and when they leave
all confident and clean
i wander back to the pound
just to feel needed.