green

i wait for you to find loopholes in my design

to draw unseen lines above me
that i cannot fathom to reach

i am afraid
of filling spaces they left behind

jealousy is rubbing
cheapening your words
dulling my love

continuing in green
i know i will end up lying in some low, low place

without you

fridge

you drink the one with milk that was made by mistake

while i sit on the floor in your kitchen
and paint my heart all over your shiny fridge door
you wash the sheets
would you put the words back in place before she arrives?

you refuse distraction
with such endearing purpose
your pretty eyes already looking to the next

and you know why i tried to leave without saying goodbye

when i go
i wish you were walking next to me
to watch everytime my skirt blows up in the breeze

excuses

This morning he told me that I am hurting myself and using him as an excuse.

tea

i want to
drink tea with you
and i will lick
your burnt tongue
and we can talk
of heartbreak
like it's only a lyric
we heard in a song

siren

in all the oceans and seas
there are no ships like yours

this quiet siren
collects salt water jewels in her eyes
when some jealous wave gets caught on her call

and despite your map-less sailing
and your hull of mermaids hands and hearts
your fear of the coast

she still wants to break on you

a sweet wreck
against a horizon of water and sky

planes

as we walk out the theatre
i tell you it was something beautiful
and you call me naïve at a pause on the stairs

at my building i do not ask you to come up
you have an early start

i already know
do not worry, i already know

“you’re getting on a plane tomorrow”
i say into your shoulder , and you say into mine
“yeah, I get on planes all the time”

you are unmoved
gravel
a line on the road

our stories plummet and drop
our arms fall back to their own sides

and we already know
no need to worry, we already know

i watch your red t-shirt cross the road
my heart illuminating your back like a street light
while i am stilll and my eyes are too open

wandering if it is something beautiful
loving you in a way you think is naïve

you already know
i should not worry, you already know

you send me a message with one word:
‘grace’

it is not like our stories
you are not there
do not worry, i already know

in my bed
our plane crashes over and over all night

bluer

against your hot back in the night
beneath your palms petting my thigh
during ad breaks
the faith that i lost is finger-tipping quietly back to me
lingering a few seconds longer
in your thumbs

you say when I am at your place
i never finish anything I start
but it’s enough
standing here against your kitchen bench
watching you

these shorter days
i want to lie light-headed
in the sun with you
toasting our eyelids
watching the sky turn bluer
while i hold your wrists

i smile thinking of your heart
the tiny pieces you left out in the morning
by mistake

time (song)

Time, never did anything for me.
Nasty stuff,
Horrid thing
Gets under your skin and wrinkles things up.

Gets stuck in the space between words.
In your hair
In the works

Can't run your fingers through time
Or scrape it off like paint
Can't be finished with time
And wipe your hands clean

Runs at speeds at odds with everything
Runs away with itself
From you and I
and everything in between

Gets stuck in the space under sheets.
Tastes sour
Bitter and dry.

Someone should trip it up
Pin it down and peel it back
Put it in a bag and drown it
Dump it somewhere it won't be found.

And darling I’m so tired of waiting all this time
Space won’t move
As much as we try
And all these ships keep sailing.

So take your precious time
It’s the arrow broken down
The thorn in our side.