Archaeology

Paint with me, please
Our fingers like a brush
Lay with me, please
Did she teach you how to touch?

Cause if backprints
Were just misprints
How can you leave it alone?
And if you branched out
Just to cash out
You've already collected all of my bones

Wire yourself, please
So I don't have to listen anymore
And push yourself, please
Since I can't move you anymore

Cause if backprints
Were just misprints
Why did you never spell me right?
And if untidy lips
Were your final grip
I'm not going to be the first to bite

Ravel me, please
Because I've seemed to come undone
And fray me, please
Because the fall was half the fun

and if backprints
Were just misprints
Can you erase such an easy mistake?
And when you built me
Did you plan me?
You know I'm always the one to break

Talk with me, please
Tell your story of white and gold
Lie to me, please
You never seem to get old

Moving In.

(am) (f) (em)
You, you, you laid me down,
You laid me down,
Please build me up,
Then break me down.

You put cement,
Under my skin,
You weigh me down,
I'll let you win.

With a chimney throat,
I breathe you out,
I'm in your lungs,
But always get blown out.

Keep windowed eyes,
Two glassy stares,
You burn me out,
You won't be there.

A picket fence
To shield my mouth
Padlocked with gold
So it won't get out

An extra key
Under doorstep mats
It waits for you,
It takes you back

A mail post
An open mouth
Just another way
You could shut it out.

You laid me down,
You laid me down,
Please build me up,
Then break me down.

tyra banks

Let me drip from your skin,
First an itch, now the pins
To your needles, let me in,
You let it happen.

You were the words I once spoke,
Like you said, it wasn't provoked,
So I just stay between bad jokes,
And wait to be retold.

It's your wrist that brings you through,
That minute hand, hats off to you,
With its guess, it was then you knew,
That I was open.

But now its hard to bite my tongue,
One battle's lost, another is won,
And I could never say I'm done,
You know I wouldn't.

So leave you arm around my neck
An ivory wreath, sun-spotted specks
A pretty dress, for a nervous wreck
Please let me keep it

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