Tomorrow & Tomorrow & Tomorrow

I am the ghost in your machine
Willow whispers round your gears
Roller coastered, one way to skin a lion.
I find myself uncomfortably numb.

Automatically voiced static shrills
Relax. Enjoy. White noise.

Silent haunting
You’re curled round my back brain
Lurker, never reaching out.
Her fist is my voice box
Clenched till the palm bleeds
Swallowing her blood makes me nauseous, today.
Bunch of fucked up kids
saving the worst behavior for our most beloveds
Crying about some damn trike
till the bike gets stolen.

Every day is one more time

I want to go to bed till it's all over
I want my fucking trike back.
But there's a monster under the bed
He is every fear ever felt
speaking out loud
Confirming, reaffirming
this is neverending.

Blonde Eyelashes

I am clinging to the idea of May
First anniversary of that first tentative physical exploration.

I can't remember the last time we fucked
I can't remember the last time you kissed me.

Shove it all into my spine
I am homeless.

There is nowhere safe for fear, grief, or anger,
until May.

Some Women Demand Strength

He said he wanted me
to have what I want-
Mockery.
What I want
doesn't want me.

Drag me down, lady
Breathe me in
isolated body high
kiss crawling through
wet, cold night
keeping up with you.