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Wednesday 
All eyes, cicada, whispering leaves, branches reaching to the very tips of fingers  to one another,  pulled back  by the wind, lover, oh lover.
Awkwardly musing, she laughs like a champagne cork to his every slanted sense  of humor,  loud and gushing,  under thumb, shocking, slipping- sinking in, all bubbles like city lights on a hill in the unfamiliar dark even fireworks she thinks, why not? Skies the limit to imagination.
Muzzled morning, two fisted hot and cold, parting in the alley way with dirty jokes "you owe me one..." she laughs  walks past puddles, he tells her to "go buy some shoes lady..." as he heads into the bar,  beer soaked, worn down wood, music  switched on, and the slow-cook warming up the oil for the  fries.

Dear Bubba

You let me down Bubba. I see you in passing clouds, like the ink blots, no storm, just that hot muggy feeling  and familiar distance.
I followed your weather map.  It took me to the desert and I was among the heat and junipers.  Alone.
I would have quit smoking, drinking and even waited at the DMV for you.  Sometimes, when I'm sitting on the back porch here, in Kansas City, drinking a tall can of PBR, smoking a clove at dusk - I might even be glad I didn't.



Conventional

Save, don’t save, cancel. What do you want from me now?
I hate this late night bullshit Where I stare at your pictures, constantly checking my phone in case you say something profound, more important, or even validate me and my drunken pride.  Moreover, I wish I had the strength to say fuck you, but I’ve had too many shots, too many weaving moments between lines, head out the window, to see in between, maybe I can go straight now, without you, what’s the point of being fucked up?
She threw dice, he laughed, no luck, hey ace?
You’ve left me to become a cocktail waitress at a convention hotel again, you were the one who said, can’t we just be friends?
I slip the napkin under
the glass, fuck you too.

Let me replace it

I’d take down the world for you lay down, stand up, scream, anything, for you.
You can’t bottle the shame, I can’t drink it either, but I’ll try just the same. I’ve forgotten who I am to be near you, to just hear your voice, I had nothing, I had no winning for losing, what kind of life is that, who gives a fuck about choice?
Tell me – who are you now? In love with someone else? Feeling oh so powerful, strong arm me, down to nothing… feel good now?
Do you ever see me in that lonely mirror? Do you ever feel my breasts on your back?  Arms around you?
Of course not, What kind of a fool was I?

one of us - speed freaks and junkies

Shh. Hold your fire. Put that serotonin back where you found it!
We walk the medicine cabinet stumble. You are all glass shelves, shattering in the sink, stabbing the bottoms of my feet, damn it man you’ve got a clumsy distribution system, he shakes the bottle, the old Venice mating call… and I am out on the tiles, embedded by splintered shards of glass.
I’ve been begging someone to remove this pain, pet me and make me human again but everyone’s afraid of the thorn in the lions paw.
Daniel, where did you go,
You could have tamed me, even kept me, or conquered and slain me, instead you maimed me, left me for dead, and that’s quite alright, I’m alive and well, I haven’t slept in seventy-two hours.How ‘bout it… Move the rock Jesus, we got places to go and it’s been three days, time to get out of this crack house, it’s like a dark cave.
They told me you were a junkie, That you had nothing for me, I thought I was at the circus when I saw the monkeys and short of a miracle, nothing was goi…

Wishes to Dreams

I waited for so long I forgot to walk.
I dreamed of you so many nights, the mornings were hung-over blue, and the night dragged stars against the sky like candles flickering my arms all wax, eyes closed, breathing out you, you, you 
And when you appeared it was such a far cry  I was so small in comparison, minimal to you and seen so very minuscule and you were wingspan stretched, untouchable and my hands trembled near
I cried the entire night it ended, wondering why you ever came here.
You trespassed I wanted to say, the words however present failed my lips, and only reached the tears filling up the corners of the room and slipping down the walls, I dreamed this so differently, every second has betrayed 
me.

Diaspora

Expelled, feeling
scattered among the debris, your arrogance waves in the breeze a distinct fashion around your neck, choking on sexy while you wander across between and through  as if direction was misguided to meet you, Swim the channels while I am too drunk to stalk old familiar, I wonder if you know the taste now, bitter but similar? Your memory lingers without a home, the water runs cold until it boils, your skin burns  rashes red and fleets jaundice, after forced departure I wonder, will you ever migrate in my window again? Sing like the bluebird you  promised me every Christmas  but drunkenly knocked off the branches of the tree? Accidentally smashing  the tiny bit of hope  merely decorated  for you and me.