never never never

But

 i never said no

so you sat a little closer 

and i never moved away

never never never 

i say your name too causally too often

we lay, you holding my side

pressing my chest up

          protecting my heart

blue

waiting for your chef d'oeuvre
waiting for anything to happen
words pendulous
tasks abdicated
just the cicadas
its not till now
with the fastidious concern
to do well
proving wrong the contemptuous
is all success expedient
aquiline beaks
seems tawdry


these are the tenses that define us now: past tense, back then; future tense not yet.

i'm reducing

do small towns have apartment buildings?

my dress is too small cause i washed it in warm with the towels 

dad made it to christmas 

but his hair didn't

love poem

Roses are red
violets are violet
and sometimes I guess blue
my gum is getting old
and harder to chew
so my jaw is getting sore
and my tongue is getting bored
so you're like new gum

our capital sank with him

with shrimp holding their hearts in their heads
i wallow in tender hollow
seems silly to try and play the games
when he is so willing to swallow
clear as the water in man made lakes
i hold off for whats to follow
lowly lowly
holding strong
we make believe
right and wrong
i need nothing more
than this
tuck in the lure
throw back the fish
slowly slowly
to reply i am not
willing to compromise
set in stone
stone of sand
washing backward

ode to the worst and healthiest salad i have ever had (refusing sexist menus) (blockage) (table manners/ punks)

thank you for helping me run fast enough to catch my train cause my insides wanted out and i thought i was going choke on the taste in my mouth from your green on green notes in the puddle of flax that slide through my insides while at the table near the kitchen where you have to move so the server doesnt spill the tray of pbr he is bringing to the table near the bar where they could have just reached over  if it werent for the couple not talking but sharing vegan nachos and only that. they just sat there and dipped there dips into dip till chip had no crunch as to be even quieter as to make sure they wouldnt make a dent in sheet of metal in the air that bounced conversations around and thats how i heard that its over lets face it word for word i couldnt look but i felt bad for the cook cause this salad was the worst shittiest salad and that pasta looked nice and i have a feeling they aren't going to notice the parsley was torn and not diced

yr a cute one

the split-levels such as ours were scattered like tawdry cousins among these statelier storied homes