Tuesday, April 28, 2009

i wanted to leave years ago

Tapping against the 

It rails

Cross your 

 And tell your mother

I wanted to leave years ago.

Tell her the the things you heard.

Tell her the things you wanted then

and the things you want now.

Tell her what happened, and tell her who I am.

She will ask

so how do you feel about her or what about now?

And I will be sitting transparent on your hard wood floor

soaking in your eye's lashes and the

way the line of your spewing lips moves.

Fluctuating fast

as I respond by 

attacking your books.

You get up and gasp.

She repeats, “what happened?”

I smile flickering like a screen for you.

And it was worth it

curling on the stream.

It was worth it.