perhaps if I bathe in wordsthey will come backslowly, creeping out of crevicesor dropping from…
Some days I feel shreddedand it’s not about abs,but more about selfa grated version of a wholeflecked…
I hold it close to me,this feeling of mine,it stays inside,under lock and key,
Take me apart piece by pieceand don’t put me back togetheruntil I am comfortable being me
The numbness in my bodybleeds into my heartand down my sideand out of my shoeIt embeds itself…
If only life were mundane againlacking interest or excitement, dullor maybe it is mundane for mebecause…
Sometimes I want to rideoff into the sunseton the back of a horseclicking my heels or spurseven…
There are so many circlesin the Venn diagram of meThe flurry of intersecting…