little things wrong with the body
had a skype date with my cousin at noon./?.//??
it's 12:17
will i ignore him until it's very much too late?
i just play through it like a mystic
paper faces; electrobeeps
he'll ask me what's new
should i tell him?:
little things wrong with the body
worrying that you hold your head wrong
makes you want to stay in bed
staying too long after changing your name makes
you want to be a beetle in the south continent
a fox in the west where no one goes
cousin remember when
we'd see eachother every summer?
and we wouldn't remember to wonder
have i changed? will we be the same?
i'd love to see you now in the summer.
at the house, our skin
cooled by the air on our sweat
and warmed by our stretching on the couch
and waiting to speak
until we had something to say.
childhood ruins an entire lifetime sometimes

water drums me under/want to duck out?

it's like all i want you to do is run in the building with two hands full of fire and say
"look it's like i bled for you but it's real and it's elemental
and i've always been afraid to make myself elemental so here
you are i couldn't write you pages but i made you, like, ten skies"
and isn't that enough and why must you always be queen of drama
like the two bees outside tussling over their small territory
it's like i'm forgiven when all i've forgotten is that my limits
are nowhere to be found it's like she gets off on restrictions and when
we tousle our hair it's for the lions not watching it's like i belong
in a small desert with a throne made out of my own tears and dirty
clothes and my hair all bumbled and buzzed and knotted
little faeries use it as ropes to knock some mystical back into me.

you must have been under the impression that you could get along with anyone that the adventure is inside you, not anywhere else that fun comes from your source that the world set its day lights savings for when you wanted to wake up, to fall to bed  you must have those little trinkets in your eyes jingling about during breakfast as if to say who hasn't met you yet they must get to know you go out there meet them change both your lives but what is actually happening is you are lost and there is no one to find you so keep walking into the wooded areas making fondue with strangers who will brush your hair to the side as you laugh at their okay joke, uncovering your nametag because of course they don't remember your name when you told it to them

"if i had an orchard i'd work til I'm sore"

wait about not to jump
foolish over a fop's meal
I am a flaneur never want
to go home like here
from delicacy we arrive
candy hatted too
expected some mystery
waits with niceties
my name always a size
too small to hear