Whatever you got it ain’t enough.
I want more.
I don’t know when it happened or how I found out, but I’m ugly. My face is dry as a bone today,my hair’s so puffy it looks like Jiffy Pop on an electric stove. My stomach pours out over my feet onto the sidewalk. I hate to be noticed but I may see you and smile. I’m so completely ashamed of myself that I want to run…
The Fly in the WindowsillIt must be hard to be a fly in a windowsill.Buzzing so fiercely against the impossible.Panic would set in.Exhaustion.Confusion.Vulnerability.
The Fly in the Windowsill
It must be hard to be a fly in a windowsill.
Buzzing so fiercely against the impossible.
Panic would set in.
Exhaustion.
Confusion.
Vulnerability.
Why did I do that?I pushed him away.I told him, I already told him. He knew.I did it again. I fawned and shined so bright!God knows I meant it. “I love you.” I spoke the truth.That’s how I said it. There. . Just like…
Why did I do that?
I pushed him away.
I told him, I already told him. He knew.
I did it again. I fawned and shined so bright!
God knows I meant it. “I love you.” I spoke the truth.
That’s how I said it. There. . Just like…
Loves the crime.
Stares at the pain.
My dark places.
Familiar with hurt.
Picks the wounds and looks under the skirt.