Racing Thoughts

maybe this is a rock for me to swim around

always getting lost
when i think i’m found
my quietest secrets
a broken record
in surround sound

didn’t i abandon those
when i left that town?

maybe this is another rock
for me to swim around
roses grown from concrete
endure floods before they drown

a deluge of syllables and phrases
of cyclical phases distinct stages
of unfinished thoughts on pages
the streets were interwoven mazes
crazed for days in sharpened hazes

maybe that was the largest rock for me to swim around

Playing for Keeps

the depression
left in this bed when they leave
the impressions
staining the duvet when they go
the smell
left behind in my sheets
when they’re gone

are all mine to keep

the rest they take with them

and I replace it all with
my imagination
which is smarter and sweeter
than the pieces they left with

I heard something in the news
about binders full of women but

I’ve got this
Trapper Keeper
full of men

Superstition

that five to ten pounds that
cyclically alternates between
fat and muscle does not
define my value

that five to ten pounds that
cyclically alternates between
fat and muscle does not
define my value

that five to ten pounds that
cyclically alternates between
fat and muscle does not
define my value

how many times will i say this
to the mirror before it’s true
my mouth is so dry and i don’t
own a ouija board

that five to ten pounds
won’t matter anymore
when i’m light as a feather
and stiff as a board

Claims

“One thing is certain, all the people who have claimed to love you have come in and out of your life but the only person who has always been there for you is me. For the life of me, I don’t know why I keep trying.”

one thing is certain
all the people
who have claimed to love me
come in and out of my life
but the only person who has
never been there for me properly
is her
for the life of me
i don’t know why she didn’t
start trying sooner

for the life of me
i’m glad she stopped trying