yellow bird

if you can shadow a cloud
then you could shadow me
like the imprint that’s left
or the news on tv
now my fingers are faucets
with a permanent leak
fragments and ink stains
that just want a place to be

every skull keeps like plastic
holding everything that’s left
like your liquid lit eyes
or your beautiful breath
i’m just a trunk in an attic
that i keep in my chest
to remind myself that i need this
when its only air on my neck

i don’t dream anymore
of the things i’ll never be
when i lay next to you
just like a black and white dream
it never seems to matter
to the ghost inside me
because when our bones are parallel
it means everything to me

like a conspiracy theory
i’ve polished to a tee
i only write in the air of an upset
because it’s only for me
but when hearts are connected
and my teeth get to breathe
the only one on my mind
is the one i am trying to please

deliberate anatomies

I've got eyes
With second hands built in
Watch them swivel and swing
Like a cuckoo bird, I'll sing
I've got eyes
With deliberate rings
Half moons and eclipses
That don't mean a thing

And I've got hands
With bones that can bend
And magnets in the joints
That want to extend
Yeah, I've got hands
With palms like a map
Just follow them straight
And you'll always come back

I've got a tongue
And a teeth-made bed frame
With lips for a door
A distorted privacy game
See, I've got a tongue
That seems to get in the way
But pearly bodyguards always
Make sure it stays

I have a backbone
With many vertebrae
And it curves like a smile
And tries to whither away
But I have a backbone
That you hold up so kind
It's easy to forget
That backbone was mine

You have a heart
That sits in its cage
And it beats like a drum
And gets carried away
You also have eyes,
A tongue, hands, and back
A deliberate anatomy
There's nothing you lack.