Catch

It is difficult to write

poetry

when you don't know

who you are.

It is difficult to know

who you are

when you don't write

poetry.

Dumbass

So you tell yourself
you are in love
without realizing
you don't even know
how to fall;
to be in love, anymore.


But you tell yourself
it doesn't matter
this time-
you're going to make it work.


Because you tell yourself
you need this,
love, that is.


And you tell yourself
it's time to move on
before you even know
what time it is.


And you start to crush,
like a kid,
though you've forgotten how
to crush-
how to be a kid.

Still Air

Sitting in your passenger seat,

silent hands that won't sit still,

my world

hinges

for a moment

on the hope that this won't be a phase.

Hope that one day I won't drink

that apple flavored beer

and think back

about how happy we were.

That yours are the last lips

mine beg to kiss;

that this is the last time I fall in love.

Early Winter

I've thought about you

every day

for the last six weeks,

Every day.

I don't even think about myself

that often.

And I want you

to tell me what to do

about it,

but I can't tell you,

"about what?"

Chirp

I am a small bird.

My life is short.

I sing beautiful songs

all day

and make myself

invisible

when the weather is good.

And each year I mate,

build a nest;

nuture.

Then we fly away.

And my life is short.

Wake up

The familiar bar

bathrooms.

Spent tampon apllicators

in the men's room,

my own name on the wall

in someone else's handwriting.

Piss

that seems to go on forever.

Ache

A conversation

comprised

entirely of unasked

questions.

Remembered,

but not.

This is what real people

prepare for.