tongue blank tongue blank

We shuffle around city skyscrapes
With the grace of a brain
That remains unbalanced
As your voice holds its grain
And we remain unbalanced

We always tell but never kiss
No fingerprints to paste
In a scrapbook of lines
As you rewrote your face
You became a scrapbook of lines

You kept your vertebrae solid
Though I tried every skeleton
Key, in every padlock
And all your ghosts would run from me
And every heart became a padlock
That sank deeper into the sea

Angry joints will always miss you
How your picture frame jaw
Had me caught like a fish
It was more than what I saw
Because you kept me caught like a fish



i don't know how to write.

I need to write.

Instead, here is Richard Siken's, Scheherazade

"Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
Until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it."

my favorite poem.

my life.

i cannot figure out how to resize things

hey

I placed seeds on your tongue
But your throat is in a drought
You planted seeds in my chest
While they vine and slither out
And you've kept your leather
Suitcase in my heads
Containing all the negatives
The black and whites I've never said

I only think of your face in cotton sheets