This Is What I’m Thinking
Rain on the window & the ground
Everything is impermeable
So we leave behind streetside streams
& we leave in them
I want to go home
But I rue the journey
Hate the water that drowns the roads
Hate the water that ends up where
I’m wanting to go
I know what it means to be taken for granted
Sprinkle down & write your message in
On the windshield
Watching out for what’s next
You know what it means to have no idea
There is nothing left between the walls
That hold me up in place here
So I am facing skywards
I am falling with my eyes
And then the rest of me
Headed nowhere,
Headed north,
Headed to the gulf,
Traveling smooth but splashed up and around
By reckless, wantless tires
And nothing is lost to the concrete
But something is lost to the air
Little Movements
We can laugh it off all we want but
It won’t change a thing.
It hangs around us,
The air is thick and clouded like stream water
I never have any idea what to say.
Swallow smoke and spit out blindness
Nothing left after the sun rises
& eats up homes,
Cleans out the valley,
And nothing is left except the sighs,
Hitting the walls of the hills
This (like everything) Is About Self Esteem
After my friends across the hall have
Nodded off
I’ll be the loud one
I’ll call the front desk
I am the ghost, the prankster
All my feelings come in seasons
Brought on my rafts of heavy rain
There’s nothing I love all the time
I am a hummingbird,
A big bee,
I weigh nothing, I cost nothing
If you hit too hard
If you look too long
I fall off the face of the earth
I leave nothing
I play songs that become you down halls that
Drip and ooze
Your feet fall on velvet drums
And make velvet songs
I open doors quiet
But I close them loud
There’s a call, a creak for help either way
I cost nothing, I leave nothing