Sunday

Little birds eating seeds

chit and chirp sounds 

they flutter against the moss

Branches thin and brittle

It is Sunday

I am lazy in this happiness waiting content

You are my next day

My forever days 

I flutter too

Dancing in this happy wriggle

This love that seems so perfect

It is a dream maybe 

But I will not let it worry me

Nothing is more than us

The tiny chickadees know this

And so do I 

Living

You found me in reality

When your laptop was broken

You found me in the flesh of this city 

In the heat of old man garage punk rock 

I found you on the loveliest nappy couch

You made me sit and hold your hand

I found you in sweetness and pretend dog wrestling

You could never be cruel

Not to an old lady dog

her snout kissed and her walks slow

You may be learning this game

I may be learning in reverse

But the silliness and the sadness and the sweet caring

Caresses my hand 

the romance between foster road and the eight deuce on the green

The naked floats 

The cooking and kissing and the evil eye from the girl who wanted us to get a room

When you listen to my heart my thighs breathe

When you kiss my mouth I become liquid

Your curls in my palms 

And your eyes become soft 

Your breath punctuates 

You're my dream weaver and all the other fantastically shitty songs 

I had no idea

And either did you

Today

You thought you were special 

In your arrogance 

In that inflated caring 

You had no idea you live in this box where the impulses stop

in my neural compartment that smiles and says you are so very important

And who is worse in this game of pretend caring?

And who is better at the bullshit?

You or me or the sunshine that fakes our existence 

You are another lyric 

You are sugar and nonsense

You are yesterday's panties 

And I spin with my heart in this cage around, around, around

the dervish dances 

And I can't keep you safe 

or make you pretty 

or take care of your children.  

Edges

I fell in love with you in so many places

Each time was familiar like we had been there before

Another times emotion washed over me in the indigo you wore

I could not stop from kissing your mouth because I knew you before it began

I am dancing this awkward dance that I don't quite know how to do

Fearing the insecurities in my ego

Fearing the vulnerability in my skin

And it makes for perfect longing

But I can't manage the silence lying in between 

It is too vacant and leaves me in fear

broken banter and I can't live the game

It is confused and reckless

And the salt in my lashes makes me feel so lonesome 

Because crying is not my friend 

Our edges are frayed and I just want to love 

But I keep hearing you tell me no

And my edges are far too thin

Sea grass