page 2: "what is it what is it what is it"
page 3: "Again you've done it, again a victory made"
I press into you
This is where it hurts
I breath down your neck
I am filled with warm liquid and
if we're just talking
why so tense
I squint and my memory is back again
press my hand against yours
I'm wearing everything I own
and it's not so cold anymore
All day you walk around stoic
"I hear you're thinking of me"
my face is in your neck and I don't say anything.
what is it what is it what is it
no time there's a hand over
i thought– i was thinking
no no, don't belong
i am sitting inside a circle on the pavement
safe, god bless
whoever put it there and you're
walking on and right and over it
i think of pacing over chalk out
lines hard bodies
i think of cracking bones
i thought maybe we could
i hug my sweater closer and
bop bop bop to the song that
has no one body i
get into it as you circle me
and break a branch to move in closer
between your fists– are those
i'm smiling smaller and i can't tell
you can make all the noise you want
inside or out
i'm still
inside and it's mine
mine mine
to prove my point i
stand up and
walk 10 paces to the
basketball court
and my circle of pavement
goes with me like a tutu
i'm a concrete ballerina
passing through you like a ghost
i lean against the courtyard wall
like saturn
a bell may ring
at any moment
you put something in your mouth and watch me
like we have some place else to go.
Again you've done it, again a victory made
of tangled string and human faith.
and who is the joke on really?
An unlocked door and you went for the hinges
Again and
There you are with your face on their neck, hungry and trusting
While your books sit at home
and your old friends and your ambitions and
there you are
flirting with the night, you are braiding yourself into someone else's sky.
If you only came home you'd see the changes I've made,
Your room is full of light and my heart is long and straight and brave.
You're tangled in some other world, I'm calling you again,
a finger fresh upon your face always speaks of the end.