"Do you really want me?"
Can I ask you again?
Did I ask you before?
Will there questions I'm thinking of
lead me down doors
with zero combinations
and keys with razor edges,
slicing and dicing and pulling you thin?
How coujld you ever understand?
You still don't know what you're craving?
That wavering hipline begs your attention again
as your pants become tighter
in the nether regions
constricting and choking and luring to sin.
Are you pushing me away?
Did you push me away with a motive before?
Are all there attempts to ignore
going to eventually give way victory?
And if my face is not in your peripheral vision.
My voice becomes drowned in the crowds
screaming and tearing and hoping to win.
{Try reading the preceding poem again.
It is intended to be read out loud and quickly--
this is one of my favorites to read out loud.
ask me one day}
~~~
"blue wrapped"
a gift box
with baby
blue
ribbons,
like
curling
bands of
smoke
up
rooftops
and
chimneys.
opens up
to a teddy
bear,
white
like
cigarette
papers.
