Untethered

Every sneaking suspicion

every whispering dream

lost

to the pale and 

infinite 

sky

Collision

I wonder how I will know 

when the sky becomes 

my master

when dreams of yesterday 

stop mocking me with 

laughter

tomorrow is today tornadoes

circling my trailer

I was wrong over

and over 

again

Splitting

I thought about the math exams I’d missed, the classrooms I couldn’t find.  Then there were the times I woke up in a library, with only a few days left to write some year-end term paper I hadn’t even started.  I never knew how these crises turned out, because suddenly I would be here, on my way to the restaurant to visit Henrietta.  She never asked where I’d been.  She was my friend.

Between

Oh how I loved you

more than the tides could ever

love the moon

But now silence mocks the faithful

as I ripple with the green grass

go blind from the apathetic sun

Walls

My head hurts.

Hmmmn, says George.

Yes.

Sorry,he replies, but I can’t 

help you there.  

Have you seen the statue?

What statue?

The statue, he says impatiently.  In the

middle of the courtyard.

I don’t go in the courtyard.

I suppose not.  You don’t

really go anywhere.

No.  Neither do you.

I’ve got the dolls with knives to 

worry about, he reminds me.  

What’s your excuse?

It’s not just the dolls, I answer. 

Everything has knives.

With the Angels

I remember how something could
break every word you 
spoke
make you sound like you  
were choking
as I
I disappeared 
at least one million miles into
your stratosphere
like a bullet that has no mark
shot stray into a crowded night

May Day

Because we can and because

we want to

Because our tired hearts

are begging

are forgetting how to bleed

Stopped dead by the same undercurrent

of jolting disbelief