Sunday, April 25, 2010


I burn the edges of postcards.
Snarky remarks on the backs
written in the script of someone with nothing.
Alienated in a place not your own.
No sway there,
no pull, no power, no prominence.
Going unnoticed.
Getting a smile only when you put down the strange coins
to purchase the postcards.

I see you sitting outside
beneath a streetlight in the daylight,
or under a prehistoric tree in a park
writing quickly
so no one sees.
Do you think out your words?
Do you know what you say to me?
Do my lips curl to see them burn?

Smelling the putrid chemicals of picture paper,
seeing the golden green scenery ash and blacken
makes me think of your heart.
Go when you want,
see me when you please.

Do I keep your letters, your pictures, your notes
sent across oceans,
sent across distances that cannot be
mended by planes or boats?
I watch the edges burn and send you my best wishes.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

For you I lost my composure.
You don't know me that way.
With one simple question it rang clear
that for you, I am onesided.
I want to know your dimensions:
your eyes, your lips, your lack of depth.
"I don't know."
Words burst through my eyes
strangling my brain
with dancing strands of your hair
ridding me of breath.
I do know.
You will never see my words again.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010


I stare from across the room at your
dark eyes
and darker hair
and imagine.
I imagine your smile
and it comes
in a flash.
I wink back.
My spirits sink as a stone
as you giggle.
I imagine us in a month-
wandering the streets of a foreign metropolis.
Perhaps I'll buy you a flower
from a vendor.
Perhaps I'll walk silently next to you,
hands at my side.
But I watch you anyway.
You live up to your name-
rare, almost impossible.
I promise to remember you exist.