Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Graveyard Shift -- 23 February 2017
Do not plant your hopes in me
And leave them to die
My body will not be your graveyard
My body will not be your graveyard
Friday, February 10, 2017
Deep Sea Diving -- 10 February 2017
You remind me of the deep sea
I feel vulnerable in your open waters
Your darkness hides parts of you that I can’t
see
And the parts that I can see
Freak me the fuck out
And make me want you 80 million miles away from me
And make me want you 80 million miles away from me
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Shackles -- 2 February 2017
I never knew
That when you offered me your hands
The only place they’d feel right
Would be around my neck
Monday, January 23, 2017
Mama Didn’t Raise a Quitter -- 23 January 2017
Blooming bruises dot my skin like sunspots
I’ve become so accustomed to them
They’re now like freckles
Just a part of my skin
My hands were not meant to be my own nurse
Stitches and sutures and split lips
I can fix others but never myself
Love is but an economic exchange
And the aches put food on the table
I can’t walk away because if I try
I know I’d be dragged back by the ends of my
hair
And why would I even want to
When the moments after are sugar sweet
Gritty like a spoonful of sugar to distract from
the burn
And you know Mama didn’t raise a quitter
And you know Mama didn’t raise a quitter
Friday, January 20, 2017
Lake Michigan -- 20 January 2017
Honey, you make Lake Michigan seem warm
But my mother has never sang me a lullaby that
put me more at ease
Than the way your cold hands holding mine does
And I’m so afraid you’ll melt at my touch
You make me tentative and I can’t catch my
breath
You leave me gasping and numb
But I’d live every day frozen to keep you
I’ll just buy better gloves
I’ll just buy better gloves
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