got
pepper spray
sharp nails
and even
carry
a rotten egg

did it
because
when i was
little
i could look
at
the sky

return
now to
finish

standing still
as
words
fly by
here comes
an
idea
there goes
a
thought
reality being
a
candle
being a
handle
for a door
that opens
shut

when
there will
be
no more

this pen
from a florida
steakhouse
writes it’s last
word
no ink left
anyway
comes down to
blood

sold for parts
a ring finger
a heart
a few kidneys
some blood
hair
and chakra numbers
2 and 6

waited ten years
so
what’s a
couple
more months
without
your notebooks
and laughter

how do i write
about
fucking you

pastels
became oil then
acrylic
became a button
became a color
still choose
lines
light producing shadows
sees everything red
firetrucks
in the driveway
you were gone
when i got home
then stopped
suddenly
then started
all in one
motion
landing
on your outstretched
finger
to rest

again
just like
yesterday

kill me
i
might like or need that
love
is a strange
creator

how it all ended

with a laugh
remembering
not to cry

still
i want to

got sucked in

just another day
back seat driving
2 cars over

unlike yesterday
when
you did not hear voices
god or anybody’s

you
thought i would
starve
thought i would
flourish
thought
the sky is always
blue

remains hidden
where the water
collides
where the birds
graduate
where the trees
become
tree houses

not for sale

just
a girl
in
a closet
trying
to write a
poem

“i
don’t want to
leave you
i
have to go”

remind me will
you
to
take
the important
stuff