Gal Pal #2
Just a bit of galaxy
Disjointed Listless Steps
Laura said she'd put her camera on But I'm still here, alone in a sea of people Staring at her name But not seeing her face Just white words on a black background I know she can see me They can all see me But I can hardly see myself anymore.
Ode to a Zoom meeting
Layers of Paul
Someone was slamming doors last night While I was trying to sleep It shook my bed, the windows, the walls, I couldn't tell if they were above, or beneath If they were angry Or violent Or cruel Or just had a series of doors that weren't working anymore But they just kept slamming from before midnight Until well after 1am And the cat who lives above me Scampered miles across the floor After every slamming door
Endless slamming doors
Someone called me 'moxie' once I don't remember who But I'm sure they had nice eyes Or maybe they didn't Sometimes it's hard to remember these people And their features They swim together like fish And I picture an ocean Of features and fish Swimming forever out there somewhere People I knew once Who called me one thing or another Passing each other Eyes meet lips meet collarbones An ocean I will never dip my toes into For there are always new places to swim
My Art Isn't Visual
Are you mine? Or are you just making promises in the summertime that you have no intention of keeping in the winter? When the snow falls will we be cozied up by the fire or will you be long gone. Are you mine? Or are you just collecting girls like fireflies that you keep in a jar as if all this is normal so we don't question your motives because we've been told never to question men. Are you mine? Or is that just too much to ask of you too much to expect because when I asked you to stay you laughed and shook your head as if I were just a silly girl silly girl Are you mine? Or am I just the only one who wonders about what we're doing? So much it keeps me up at night. So I wake up tired and irritable and wondering yet again - Are you mine?
Are you mine?
There's an empty glass bowl in my living room I think of things I could fill it with Gemstones, Flowers, A goldfish I would call the fish Carmichael Anthony Thibault And pretend it was a cat I want to sink into a world That's far from my own Wear glitter; silver, gold Feather boas from times of old And fishnet gloves I always dress a bit more punk around you You sit with your back to the window Like you've never seen the sun We've been planning this for months And I don't want to talk anymore I just want to see the day end And the next one rush in You gave me a key Where your heart should be Letting me in like a latchkey kid; When I arrived there was no one home So I left too I had no business being there anyway