ring of transparency

both my eyes were turning the same color

of the sea or perhaps

 I've become a human mood ring.

Don't you find comfort in self  predictability's?

aware of:

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

of words.

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

perfect symmetry.

speaking of cemeteries

and symmetries

i find these two blood brothers. ones that were separated in 

that foreign hospital's nursery

 somewhere in the Czech somewhere

negligent

whose mommy was a sick baby deer

a pop with priorities other than 

a couple of matching does.

on heartbreak

I've never blamed anyone except myself for any source of pain.

ill ache when I want to ache thank you very much.