Pocket Book for the Silently Wailing

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LonelyGirlMeetsWalkingStick

Sometimeswaitingforthebus StillfeelslikeI’mtoolate

Countingmybreathstorecordthetime In Out.

In Out

Imoveslowly,nodtothebusdriver Indthenearestwindowseat

Asighofrelief–likeasquirrelbuildsanest I’vefoundmyselfahome. Iburrowjustthesame, Layingmydrearyheadinmyscarf

Islithermywaythroughthestreets

Thisgirl’sgotasnakeinherboot! Ichuckletomyself. Thelightturnsgreen

Theshiningmandoeshisdiscodance

Amanshoutsmyway,butNO, Nottoday,I’venotimeforstrangers I’mheadingtothebeach LikeIwashiredtodoso.

IfeellikeI’mrunningoutofbattery

Mystomachmakesitselfknown Thanksfornallydecidingto Joinusforclasschamp.

Isitbythelakeside, Contributingtocenturies

Ofpollutionwithmytears

Iseealittlegirl,trytowalk

Ontheice Hermomocksbyherside

Iwince,relaxthenIagree

Goddammitgravity

Igetup,weakerthanbefore.

I’mrelievedthat Bladesofgrass,cansee Andhear buttomydismay theycan’tcrowdsurf Abody Notyetatleast.

Isighheavily,thinking Thesebreathswillbe

MynalrecordonthisEarth Andthenthat’swhenIlaid Myeyesuponher

GOODGRACIOUS!

Fallenlikeanangel

Fromonlythemostperfectsky

Themostbeautiful WalkingStick.

Ilookannoyingly

Towardsthefruity

Buzzingaroundmykitchentrash

Asitnearsmyperimeter

SWAT

Anddeadgoesthey

AlthoughIwanttocelebrate

Suchaawlessvictory

AllIcanthinkis

PerhapsIamcapableofmurder

Butinexchange

Iamnosaferthanthey

( )

Mybodyisfrail

Forgettable

Idreamofbeing beautifullywilted

Aberinthesun

Rainwaterstains

RemindmeIamdestined

Tobecome aremnantofwhatwas

Andthatevenasquirrelsquished totheroad wasproudtodie.

Decay

Haveyoueverlaidinabedofleaves Resentfuloverhowbacteriaandmites Aren’tworkaholics

Thatourbodiesdon’tdecayuponcontact Thatyoucan’toeryourselfasameal

Whengriefisheavy

Whenthewrithingleavesyouwithered

Whenthere’snothinglefttotry

Whendreamingmeansyou’veimagined Everythingyou’vealreadylost.

“IMissYouMoreThanIRememberYou”

So

Iblowcloudsofsmokeinto

Astarlessnightofcottonballmountains

I’lllivethenextlifeas

Ashiningstar

atangerine

Tobepeeledbyyoureyes

Oncemore

Youspringmysoul

Backintoitssocket

Andwhenthesunandmoon

Appearinthesky

Iwillalwaysbeclosetoyou

ToughNut

Iwishthatsomeonehadtoldme

Alongtimeago

Thatriverraftisnotonlyasport

Butawayoflife

Betweenahelpinghand

Andtheelectricchair

Beingaliveissolved

cracking

Atoughnut.

NoKeys…PushtoStart

Loveisanautomaticengine,awillingtoact

Animpulsivedecisiontoyasailandbein

Anunrelentinglylost

Battlewiththewind.

“AtYourBest..YouAreLove”

Ihopethepeoplewho Loveyousingforyou

Andhumintheirsleep

Slobonyourpillow

Andrecitetheirdreams

Withyouinthem

Lovingthatyouare

Alive

Evensubconsciously.

PuzzlePieces

There’sloveinthecracksofourdeparture Ijusthavetoletmyselffeelit Its above Below

Behind andinfrontofus

Youshowedmetheothersideofthemoon Iknowhowtobe

Abitmorebare evenjustknowinghoweasilypenetratedIcanbe Imnotinvincible.I’mnotbraveoranythinginhuman I’mnotkind,notpure Notsoulless I’maveryboringpuzzle Thatyoutookyourtimewith Iappreciatetheslowness,Iappreciate Thetimespentputtingmetogether. IhopeImakeitintoaframeonyourwall. Ihopeyouremembermekindly Ihopeyousitatthetableagain

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