i don’t know what to say, today.
but i guess that is how we had always been,
with lips steeped in silence
soft bodies folding over
our unspoken conversations
this is the norm, to talk about
things we could talk about
and to think about what i want to show you today
whether you would laugh at me again
please, laugh at me
i am but a clown waiting for the tightrope to snap
does anyone else see this?
the pretence of a joyous departure
the idea of adventure
the blanket globe
our assumed future
where are we going? does anyone have a map?
5 more years
you, and me
a westbound train
all you had to do
was say you never want to stop dancing
to our off-beat liquid love
and all you had to do
was live like you wanted to die
like tomorrow we were going to fall off the earth
like the flat-earthers were right
if only —
all we had to do —
why couldn’t we —
if you were —
I have questions in my stomach
where our butterflies took flight
but I still vomit wings into the bathroom sink
I want to know everything
and you are an overdue library book
Performed at Blu Jaz Cafè for the Luna/tic Poetry Slam (Open Mic), hosted by Word Forward. Performance found here.
Your fingertips leave my body
Like grains of sand cascading over a boulder
Gently we part, your lips still lingering over mine
We smile. No more love poems.
I’m falling and crashing into the asphalt pavement
The rain is cracking down on my exposed spine
Never have I felt this much pressure on my hands to
Get up, get up, let go of your ghost-
How often do we get to live like this?
Your hair falls around you as you toss a giggle over your shoulder
I catch your hand and we leap off a cliff into the sea,
Happily, everything falls and settles.
The wave hits me like an angry mother
She crams her salt-riddled palm down my throat
99 paper roses and a pocket full of heart
I feel the pull of the tide and my lungs are-
Softly, your fingertips are dancing over my chest
Platonic plates shift and fall back into place
You are so-
Why is it that I am crying over the last petal as it falls away from the 99th paper rose
Did you know that I stayed up late to make them for you?
When I told you I love you did you know how much it hurt to admit that?
My bones are breaking from letting go of you.
I want to be in love with you.
We float above the Dead Sea like otters
The salt stinging our wounds as our fingers seperate and mend
Alone, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever tried to be.
I wish you would stay the night, just this once
I hang on to the bits of you that you’ve left in my room,
Screaming my sorrow for the lost emotion in my body
The fluttering in my chest took off from my aching heart.
Loving you was the most unselfish thing I had ever done.
I wonder if letting go
Would be the kindest thing I’d ever do.
I wish you weren’t so damn charming
I wish you had shifty eyes and red flag habits
I wish you were ugly.
I wish everything you said or did was a signal for me to run as fast as I could.
I wish your sense of humour was more out of phase with mine
I wish I could stop keeping my hands free just in case you want to hold them
I wish I would stop liking guys who will never fall in love with me
Tonight you will walk home hand-in-hand with Kentucky Fried Nonsense instead of me.
You will hold yourself close and wish I was there with home-cooked clarity
And Kentucky Fried Nonsense will be the first meal you’ve had in two days.