Welcome to the Depths of this Depressed State
And him…
Andy. He made sense to me, except for the fact that he lived in Miami. He was Cuban and happy with himself. That made me happy. He talked to everyone. My family loved him. I felt at home with him in only a few days. He liked my bed and the dip in my hipbones. We were the same. Nothing was awkward. It was perfect…except for the distance.
He and She
He smiles
in a room full of people he loves
on a hot summer
Miami day and knows he’s just right,
just right about everything.
She sits
in a little ball on her bed in an empty
room as the rainy day haze leaks
through the half opened shade of her window far
away in New York, thinking
of the time he told her to continue taking risks, without
knowing that he was the biggest one.
Your Stay
My sheets were never the same way
after you came. And I never want to wash
them because I like sleeping
with your smell. I sleep on the side you slept
on because it’s too bad
you won’t be back here
with me again. And I’m sad
about you leaving, even in my dreams.
Touch
Touch the ugliest
part of me and tell me
that I’m beautiful. Please. I wish I deserved
you.
I hope you know he’ll never
deserve me. Do you see how the world goes
on without you?
Mine doesn’t.
Andy. He made sense to me, except for the fact that he lived in Miami. He was Cuban and happy with himself. That made me happy. He talked to everyone. My family loved him. I felt at home with him in only a few days. He liked my bed and the dip in my hipbones. We were the same. Nothing was awkward. It was perfect…except for the distance.
He and She
He smiles
in a room full of people he loves
on a hot summer
Miami day and knows he’s just right,
just right about everything.
She sits
in a little ball on her bed in an empty
room as the rainy day haze leaks
through the half opened shade of her window far
away in New York, thinking
of the time he told her to continue taking risks, without
knowing that he was the biggest one.
Your Stay
My sheets were never the same way
after you came. And I never want to wash
them because I like sleeping
with your smell. I sleep on the side you slept
on because it’s too bad
you won’t be back here
with me again. And I’m sad
about you leaving, even in my dreams.
Touch
Touch the ugliest
part of me and tell me
that I’m beautiful. Please. I wish I deserved
you.
I hope you know he’ll never
deserve me. Do you see how the world goes
on without you?
Mine doesn’t.