Thursday, August 18, 2005


I’m here
studying your face
tracing your outline
in sugar
and trying to string some
words together
on your behalf
sliding them down

forced and biting
I’ll no longer
admit my defeat
i won’t give you those words
you can see it in my face

comfort so scattered
in my calendar
I’m surprised by it
every time
and feel so needy
and starved
I’m pawing and
scratching at you
when I receive it

this fake white picket fence
seems sometimes
to be falling down
leave me to hold it
up for us both