Monthly Archives: September 2013

holding pattern

I won’t come to your arms

Maintain a distance of their length
I can’t move from where I stand

You can’t come to where I am

This place I built inside me
Won’t stop splitting at the seams

I hear the buzzing of all its violence
I feel it gnawing at my dreams

I guard the only exit
I bar the only way

I fill the space with nothing
Push you out
Into the day


Lost meniscus

I can’t think straight

from hunger and need and distress

Things get distorted beneath the surface

Is anything worth this?

I need to catch my breath, but my lungs are flooded

my daughter needs new shoes, I could use a sandwich

Under the weight of the ocean

Weird outbursts of emotion

I’ve forgotten the shore

I dredge the coral

For a way out,

any door