of the sea or perhaps
I've become a human mood ring.
Don't you find comfort in self predictability's?
sad months green
melancholic yellow tangerine
happy moments- the color of naivety.
there's not much to say with the language your body speaks
suddenly you find yourself with a lack
your sitting across from a new phenomenon-legs crossed
I cant believe you agreed to come-hes saying in a loud tone.
your asking him to keep it down. in your mind
I ask the waiter for seven more cups of ice water
my hands are folded tightly in my lap at this point
and my shoulders are facing west
my hair is a mass of exclamation,points.
there is not much of an explanation for
my current: condition.
and magic is not made,thank you
its just an illusion consisting of
speaking of cemeteries
i find these two blood brothers. ones that were separated in
that foreign hospital's nursery
somewhere in the Czech somewhere
whose mommy was a sick baby deer
a pop with priorities other than
a couple of matching does.
I've never blamed anyone except myself for any source of pain.
ill ache when I want to ache thank you very much.