quiet day.
the chemicals in my head, i feel them sloshing &swishing.
i'm ok, i keep my eyes closed, wishing.
there's letters written but no letter sending.
are you going to treat people like they're never ending?
are you going to be okay or just keep pretending?
moving my mouth over your mason jar
tracing the space where your lips were.
pinky to thumb on my lover's hand
touch me as much as you possibly can.
i know i fell in love the way you crossed your legs.
afternoon on a quiet day.
i think about when you'll be forty
&maybe you'll have kids then--they'd be really lucky.
a lover, a table, a kitchen, a tele.
i'm half paper airplane on my mother's side
but half isn't enough to ever learn to fly.
"problems at home?" i've always been asked
&"have you found yourself a safe place yet?"
i say, "i can't move out, my home is my head."
the chemicals in my head, i feel them sloshing &swishing.
i'm ok, i keep my eyes closed, wishing.
there's letters written but no letter sending.
are you going to treat people like they're never ending?
are you going to be ok?
are you going to be ok?
are you going to be ok?