Tag: friendship

  • Asking Why

    Edging over 
    my collapsing mind,
    I see the gears turn.
    Scanning for candor
    in a side-profile
    on your way around.

    My body grinds -
    to a halt - gear against gear.
    Like a hangnail 
    stuck between your teeth. 
    Absolution available by appointment only.

    Eat your feelings 
    or they'll eat you.
    As do the cherries
    sinking down the leeward sun.
    Leaving pits in my stomach
    that I grow and foster
    because I’m fucking better.