name.

I wrote your name in wet cement.
a man yelled at me
and told me I ruined his hard work
and he fixed what I did
that's when I yelled back
and told him he ruined my hard work.
he was not happy with me
I was not happy with him
we were at a standoff.
I politely asked him why it mattered
he could not answer
he shrugged his shoulders and smiled
so I wrote your name a second time
he stood there and watched me
then wrote a name of his own
and smiled
now our standoff was an understanding.

worth.

I spent the night
staring at my knees
studying every part of them
my knees are boring.

Feathers.

the other day
I was flying
I was really really flying
my arms were wings
and I leapt off my roof
took flight
and the secret that I found out
is you can understand birds
in the air
their language makes sense
above the world
they asked me not to tell
their secret
but I am telling their secret
because
birds have nothing
of interest
to say.

Dirt.

The dirt birthed me
the rain saturated me
the sunlight made me stand
the wind almost knocked me over
but now my roots are strong
and I stand tall
and every autumn
my leaves fall
right
to
the
ground
to keep me warm
in the cold cold dirt
and every spring
my leaves grow again
in the warm warm air
I
have
no
complaints.

Lobe.

you awoke at 5:45
I was on the chair
bottle of wine in my hand
cigarette hanging
out of my mouth
you looked at me
with one eye open
"what are you doing?"
I had no answer then
I mumbled something
filled with wit
you half smiled
put your face into the pillow
and let out a sigh
I shut my eyes slowly
and opened them slowly
to find you
face to face
with me
I told you I thought you were beautiful when you slept
you told me I looked foolish
in the state I was in
so I put the bottle down
took one last drag
crossed my legs
squinted my eyes
and stuck my tongue out at you
you shook your head
with a smile
a smile that showed your teeth
I knew then
something I had done was right
I showed you all the writing I had done
throughout the night
while I watched you sleep
it was up and down my arms
on my hands
my palms
and belly
you pointed to the pad of paper next to the chair
"you really are foolish sometimes"
I shrugged my shoulders
and hummed a tune
you picked up the bottle
took a drink
laid back down
held the side of the covers up
that is when I stood up
and opened my mouth
"a fool would not get next to you right now"
you took me into your bed
smelling of ink, alcohol, smoke and sweat
buried your face into the nook
that is where my arm meets my chest
and let out a sigh of content
the spot below your ear lobe has never been kissed more than that night.

Arguements.

When the sun came up that morning
he told the moon to go hide
she hid, and hid well
but when her time came
she was
there to
make all
of the
stars
shine
I watched from afar
this battle
between the two forces
and wondered the outcome
of who would win
but one can't survive without
the other
so the battle would rage
and rage
and rage
until the end of time
in the meantime
the leaves and the owls
will be appreciative
of all the differences.

Extras.

Sometimes I wish
for all the months
to have an extra day
and extra 12 days a year
(13 every 4..)
would mean
just that
an extra 12 days a year
(13 every 4..)
that I would
want to spend
with you.