My body is
Alcatraz.
The ghosts want
out, but they have
no hands.
7th February 2013
Notes: 8
Your heart is a basin of gravy.
Pour it everywhere.
Gobble it up like it is
Thanksgiving.
Or else it will rot in the fridge.
You inhabit a planet.
Live on the planet your heart loves the most.
Do not satellite around the one you must leave.
Moving is the hardest part.
Pack the things you love the most.
If he shoves you inside, kick until it caves.
Some people live inside of me.
They are anthills in my brain.
That’s why I write poems.
That’s why my problems are in the discount bin at the garage sale.
That’s why I’m a mess.
My grief is a mechanical bull
that I can not let go of.
No one else wants a turn.
Your mouth is a wasps nest.
I am an upset bear.
Let’s dance and see who wins.
Tonight I am a house of cards.
You can be the wind,
or you can be the table.
I will probably topple either way.
