The things I don't want to watch
I'll run upstairs and close the hatch
In order to keep them satisfied
I'll stretch my skin into a smile
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
I'm green and fresh and vegetable.
I've grown but still am, never done.
Don't expect me to know what the tree knows,
don't expect me to understand how she's felt.
When I've yet to bloom my first flower,
And still shine with the chlorophyll sheen.
Don't ask me to know where the wind goes,
don't ask me to tell what he's seen.
I've yet to be withered by winter,
my stem's yet to bistre and thicken.
Do not hope I should have known,
like I should not have hoped I hoped.
The earth has shaken!
The earth split and ripe with butterflies,
Bright colouring and life thriving,
To run barefoot through fields,
chasing the wings that I cannot catch.
To love the feeling of feeling love.
The thunder's stricken!
To chase the bird now turned to crow,
black magpie pecking upon my back.
Song to coo to caw.
The wind cold and heavy,
the breath sick and sad.
The ribs giving way to the un-derstand.
Escapee to a kind hold
that I cannot withstand.
Je t'ai voulu.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Bite me open and tear my heart
In you I can glimpse a wolf
You play a game you're not aware of
Or are not in the know that I know
I hope to play and stand my ground
But I'll acquiesce if it is you
Fields upon lakes and prairies
To you I'm what but still a child
Your words are sweet, ripe, overflowing
Flutter into the groves of my chest
Your silence like the winter howling
Bite me open and tear my breast
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