If you couldn’t tell If you couldn’t tell If you couldn’t tell
I’m spinning around like I’m in the dryer at a laundromat The ladies and gentlemen walk by They don’t check up on me like that Now I don’t even remember how To get you to react It seems like my silence Is doing enough for the pact
Poem: Noise (continued)
Now how come you can’t tell How come you can’t tell
That one of my favourite artists dropped an album All I really thought about was you Listening to each track on the record Thinking of you punching your fist through the wall That we had just painted And me, jaw on the floor Incredibly amazed at What I had created
Poem: Noise (continued)
If you couldn’t tell Now how come you couldn’t tell
I’d go sit at your desk, like a little doll Spin around in circles in your armchair Feeling faint And small You liked calling me that Made you feel something too I think it should be the other way, But I feel so indebted to you
Poem: Noise (continued)
Now how come I couldn’t tell How come I couldn’t see Everything that we did Had really nothing to do with me Now how come I couldn’t tell How come I couldn’t feel Everything that we did None of it was very real
You know up and down what real love is My god, have you felt and known that before You see it traveling through your own veins Sparkling bright on the kitchen floor
I decided to Write myself a love letter Because who really knows Me any better?
What do I keep hurting myself for Nobody’s looking in the mirror but you I keep on dreaming what life has in store But spin in circles until my knees fade to a distant blue It’s so chaotic living like this Never licking icing off the birthday cake Consumes me like frostbite by the lake The peak of my landscape of moth wings And when I take the time to Unpack my belongings I suddenly realize My god, I’m in love with everything So why do I Keep feeling like this Like I’m the only one Like I’m the only one Like I’m the only one
Love poem: Moth wings (continued)
We could see the winter snow again Buy the coat with the elegant faux fur You don’t even have to make amends Cos even God knows talk of sin is absurd We could see Lake Michigan freeze to death While what’s underneath simply carries on One day I’ll get out of bed Just in time to watch the morning’s sun
You know back and forth what real love is My god, you feel it now, just like you did before Watch it coarse through your own stunning veins Opulence and nervousness on the closet floor
Love poem: Moth wings (continued)
You’re too young to be afraid Too old to hesitate We can swim right in the lake ‘Till your body collapses on the seashore
So I decided to write a love letter to myself Not because men let me down But because the sound waves miss my eardrums I go days without hearing a sound But god, I love the tone of my own voice Think it’s so funny that I picked up a southern accent Next time someone says my name I’ll remember I’ve been heaven-sent
Love poem: Moth wings (continued)
I can swim right in the lake In the city of my dreams ‘Till my pale body collapses on the seashore Flooded with hope like the legs of a millipede I am warm and fragile and cold My hair tends to burn if it’s by the fire But my New Year’s resolution will still be to be ‘comfy cozy’ If I said I was suicidal, I’d have to be a liar
I can swim right in the lake Lick frostbite like it’s ice cream Knowing I’d have to seek urgent care Hold myself real tight, several times during the day Feel the humidity of the shower when I’m bare I’m a mother to my children and myself Lover of trucks, flowers, rose petals, and guns I can stick around for a while
Just because I think it’d be fun.
Like I’m the only one Like I’m the only one Like I’m the only one With moth wings
My father taught me how to shoot Oh, he sure did, he taught me real well But I’m a very sensitive girl What would I really do if I was in front of you? I don’t think I’d pull the trigger
Love poem: Acceptable pain, ivory thighs (sparkling)
Can I show you what I think about Daisies and marigolds and merry-go-rounds When you’re stuck in the inner confines of your mind I want to be one of the things that makes you unwind
I’ve been missing appointments Surrounded by a terror I can’t seem to escape from If there was a human being Who could look into the pupils of my eyes Tell me exactly how much incoming light I’m receiving from the night sky
Love poem: Acceptable pain, ivory thighs (sparkling) [continued]
I feel like a fossil, that has not yet been found Wound up tight beneath the ground Screaming my lungs out As it is expected, No audible sound
Flowers grow around the outside of my ivory thighs I don’t dare pick them Like the fresh cut flowers my mother gets me from the local grocery store If I could lay beside you On a bed of grass, I’m not allergic to Tell you that I’ve been feeling, this way Would it change The course of things I’m in love with diamond rings
Love poem: Acceptable pain, ivory thighs (sparkling) [continued]
Doesn’t take much time to listen But people are so busy Everyone’s so lonely and they work so hard to distract themselves from this But if you and I could sit in your garage Count all the beautiful spiders Give them names that we’ve picked out For kids, we don’t know when or if we’ll have
Somewhere there is a boy that Doesn’t ask me to take my glasses off Actually finds them kind of hot The aspartame in my can of coke will disassemble Transform into a novel molecule Inside my microbiome Travel to my brain Tell me there is both acceptable and unacceptable pain
Love poem: Acceptable pain, ivory thighs (sparkling) [continued]
I think I am a princess But I’m not locked in no castle I live with a beautiful strawberry garden That the snails keep on stealing They’re small and they’re fragile And I’m a home-maker I want to be the dandelion You waste your breath on
I’ll let you take it all from me On the brink of insanity Because with my own kindness I’m quite pleased
I think I am a princess For the right guy to look at my pupils Tell me how much light is coming in from the night sky
Angel wings, soft graphite I’ve got this new leash on life A bench post that I, chill at, beneath the sun I’ll tell you everything I know about the people that I’ve never met in person I’ve yet to see the sidewalk blossom Though I believe it to be possible A fawn in a garden An encyclopedia of your expressions You picked me at the right time, and I’ll show you exactly how and why
Monrovia boulevard, hit a truck and left a sticker How hospitable Of me in my rather formal attire A ballroom gown for our afternoon at the coffee shop You tell me I’m so glamorous Let me know you think I know it, too I laugh like I’m tossing marbles and we’re Little kids running From the porch To the garden
Love poem: Grey sky lifespans (delicate) [continued]
I say things that don’t make any sense at all And you smile because you just understand You get why grey skies make me feel like Watching thunderstorms from my bedside window You get why I’m so scared of heights, but I want nothing more than to fall off skyscrapers It looks fun to me It feels nice to think A freedom I can’t paint Paper I can’t afford From the store with the caution tape that you wrap me up in I’ll bite
You have houseplants and I like that Tending to something without wanting more from it in return Down to Earth, high and dry, the mailbox was bent and broken Like someone had knocked it over I was vacillating between fixing something with my bare hands and coming across as an intruder Polite political statements You left dandelions for me on the hood of my car I think you and I are something I would like to take part of
Love poem: Grey sky lifespans (delicate) [continued]
You touch my teeth I collect twigs for the front of your door Discussing orientation of lenses and why people never end up treating you the way you would think I try my best (starting today) not to analyze so, But chaos is a burning structure of loss With you having a favourite brand of dental floss You’re awfully loyal to.
You are a wave made out of rain and when your current reaches me I disappear underwater and discover parts of myself I believed to be missing Thinking I could benefit from being more forgiving As long as I held on tightly to myself I found you on the shore, sitting on your surfboard, and you told me it was a curse to see so much With Baby’s Breath and seaweed in my hair, I laid my head on your right broad shoulder Believing it to be worth it Invariably
Love poem: Grey sky lifespans (delicate) [continued]
Eighteen captured photographs on film Of me – pathetic, alive, detailed In sudden gaps I see again my personal agency And how if you’ll come with me
Butterflies will sign documents Stating they no longer want such short lifespans
