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Angels

“Daddy, where do angels live?”
My daughter asked me one night.

“Why, way up above in the sky.
Higher than the clouds
And the birds when they fly.”
I said, and she started to cry.

“Are there no angels on earth?”
She wondered aloud.

“Well,” I said, “There are,
But they’re much harder to find.
For angels on earth,”
I told her, “They are self-made angels
And they have to try.”

9/6/2017

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Divorce

A pair of shakers
On the table that was ours
Will they part ways too?

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My Name

Don’t take my name
On your tongue
And apply it after
Your first,
Your middle...
Don’t join it with
Your last
With a dash-
Forget its existence.

I’ve grown sick
At the sight of my
Own name- 
I’m afraid
That anything
Following it
WIll contain
A fragment of
Some part of me
I don’t want
Brought
Back to the
Lime-light;

My signature
Implies
A certain kind
Of
Carelessness-
Sloppy penmanship
Floating
Just above the line
And I can’t even
Recognize
Any letters at all,
Anymore,
In it.

I want to erase
My name-
Give me yours
In place of it-
I’ve already
Learned
How to spell it
Correctly,
Can already
Define each rough
Touch of pen
To parchment
Clearly
With its own
Gentle,
Caressing curve,
Can already see
Your smile
In the way the
Ink
Dries
To the paper;

My name
Is an act
Of
Disappearance,
A decision to
Forget
My past
And look only
Toward the rest of the
Words
Scrawled
On the page
Below-

So no,
Don’t take my name.

I myself don’t even want it,
Anymore.

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Road Trip

Let’s take a
Road trip
Together.

I want to go
Far away,
Maybe
Even to
Outer space
Where we can
Race the stars
Across
The night sky-
I’ll fly you
Around
On clouds,
Drift soft
On winds
Or burrow
Deep in the
Ground-
A landmark
Unto myself-

I’ll show you my
Favorite things
And
Kisses in the rain,
Point out the places
That I have been,
And which ones
I’d rather never
See again.
We’ll sing songs
Like lullabies
And drive
The days away-
The important part
Is that
I’m with you,
And my home
Is sitting in the seat
Next to me.

If we get pulled over,
Remind me
To get my head
Out of the clouds
And watch my hands
As they go near the seat,
I’m only getting a wallet
To show my ID
But we’re in a white man’s
Territory
And they already
Follow me,
Pull up beside
The 7-11 to watch
What I walk
Into,
Convenience stores
Are on alert
And sometimes
White people
See our license plate
And follow right behind,
Tailgate up
On my bumper
Till we leave
Their
State lines
And
A little ways past that too.

Just ignore
It,
I know you’ll say,
But I’ll make sure
We make it safe
To a nice hotel
Where we can stay.
I’ll get us a room on the
Third floor
So I only have to watch
The door
I won’t sleep and
You’ll take the bed-
And when you are well
Rested,
We’ll get in the car again.
Drive into sunsets
And great canyons
And see all the things
That make up the
Free land we’re in-
Living
With one eye
Scanning the
Horizon
To see if we need
To get on the road
Again,
I’m double checking
Every blind spot
For ghosts
With pale skin-
I guess
What I'm trying to say
Is that
Our freeways
Are an open range
And I’m just
Standing in the way….

You know what,
I don’t want
To go on a road trip,
Lets just stay inside
Where it is a bit
Safer.

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Unstretched: Dirt

Bloodstained windowpane,
Light like lipstick gloss-touched
And here I sit,
Fingertips stilled,
Distilled, maybe,
Into something clearer,
Cleaner
than this metal framed
Bar-roughed
Body of a looking glass I’d shatter,
If I could…
Transparent only for a moment
When wiped away-
It screams “Don’t touch me!”
So I don’t,
I distill myself
Into something cleaner,
Clearer, maybe
And I sit, and sit,
And sit at the sill-
Can’t see;
Maybe I couldn’t see
To begin with
And it’s me,
Not the glass that is so dirty.

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Thoughts During Sex

Teeth on your neck,
Warm breath
And the kind of heat
Only another body
Could create
When it touches you-
Fingertips colliding
In the darkness,
Folding lips
Devouring,
Dividing and conquering
Everything left to be
Discovered-
We are quickly running
Out of secrets….
Paper skin that inks
Red
For days before fading,
Waiting to be
Rewritten;
I've never known
A love
Not defined by
A purpose
For pain,
A tolerance to give
So you can take
In return-
I only know how to
Devour,
Divide and conquer
A body,
Sweet talk the guards
Of that glorious
Temple
So I can kneel
At your altar
To pray,
Say amen in your name,
Whisper words
In darkness like
A firm believer,
Light a fire
To teach you
What if feels like to be
Burning
From the inside….
So let the flames
Lick your
Eyes,
Gleam
In the street-light
Outside
That was our only witness-
Oh, God
I roleplay a mean
Servant of deliverance-
No one has ever
Bothered to study
A religion such as you….
And maybe I can fill myself,
Go home
And feel whole
The next day,
Body
Like a live wire
In the wake
Of a
Hurricane
That blew,
Fiercely,
Through the night-
We are only in the eye
And I can be your
Sleeping Beauty
In the sunlight-
But I've tried
Happily Ever After
And if you can climb
Past my magic defenses,
Of roses and walls
So tall a giant
Could not scale them
Then I will knight you
And make you my
Queen…
But like a fairytale
I don't last
Forever
And only Disney
Managed to make my
Story
Look pretty-
Let's remember
This all started
With
Whispered discoveries-
Teeth on your neck,
Warm breath
And the kind of heat
Only another body
Could create.

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Crazy About You

You’re like a rollercoaster ridin’ through my head,
My heart beats out my chest I don’t want this to end-
Come teach me how to breathe (resuscitate me please)
Your words are nicotine and I’m addicted to your speech. 

Yeah lover
I miss you
They say I
Must
Be
Crazy
And I know
It’s
True...
I’m crazy abou-out you.

I’ll call you every night until you’re sick of tellin’ me
About your day and how you feel (my twenty-question-ing).
I’d wrap you up, up in my arms, until you fall asleep
But you’re too far so I’m in bed prayin’ to Destiny

But lover
I miss you
They say I
Must
Be
Crazy
And I know
It’s
True...
I’m crazy abou-out you.

So I’ll send you all that I have (the heart sewn on my sleeve),
A polaroid and a book that I know you’ll love to read.
Surprise presents for no reason (I wanna make you smile)
So come baby, give me a chance I’ll make it worth your while. 

Mmm lover
I miss you
They say I
Must
Be
Crazy
And I know
It’s
True...
Yeah I’m crazy abou-out you,
Crazy abou-out you
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy...
I’m crazy abou-out you.

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Unstretched: 9 Mm of Metal

I remind her of her best friend.
He died last year.
It amazes me how little metal is necessary
To kill a boy turned man too soon.
Only 9 mm.

She says my voice,
The way I move are one and the same as the way he once was.
I do not wish to be so relatable to the dead.

She looks at me sometimes
And I know she does not see my eyes,
Only his inscribed over my features.
Her face breaks on my laugh;
I echo his ghost and I don’t want to haunt her anymore.

She grows inward every day-
I try to show her the sun but all she sees are the clouds on the horizon.

She doesn’t sleep.

I teach myself her habits
So I can be with her at four in the morning
When she has finally fallen unconscious but the nightmare of his BANG!
Ricochets off from her memory and wakes her once more-
The blood spatter from his letter dissolving into her sheets,
Their bed.

It’s been a year:
So much time wasted over something as small as 9 mm of metal.

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Memory Monsters

Her lips
Bleed
Nightmares
In the
Morning,
Spill over her-
She can’t even
Escape
In her dreams.

She sleeps
In a wonderland
Gone wrong,
Lead poisoned
From her
Night-cap…
Sleep is her
Runaway
Child,
The one she
Lost
In the
Fire,
Tortured
And
Torturous.

In her mind,
She watches her
Family
Die,
One by one-
But she doesn’t
Take her exit too
Into the flames-
She
Stitches
Her mouth closed
Instead.
Such is the
Pervasive
Power of
Silence.

Her mind is a
Place of
Metamorphosis,
Monsters
Are birthed here.
They crawl out of
Her dark
Corners,
Find their way
To the light
And grow stronger
By it-
You can see them
Flash
Behind her
Irises.
Memories do
Not like to be
Forgotten,
Especially
The bad ones-
Memory
Monsters
Do not fade
Away.

She locks them up,
Gives their cages
Keys
And hides them-
But
Triggers
Are like a
Shotgun
Through her
Recesses
And release the
Beasts,
Freezing her like a
Deer in
Headlights,
Ravaging her
Until she can
Control them
Again.

Someday
She’ll
Win the fight,
Her demons won’t
Haunt at night-
But,
Until then,
Her lips will pray
For a heaven
That won’t take her
Back,
And her morning
Will spill
Nightmares
Over her
That she’ll
Wish
She could
Forget.

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Date Night

I want a date
Where we start
Awkward
And become age old
Friends by the end of it,
Not a
Half-hearted
Love story
Written
In its entirety
Before we’ve even
Begun.

I want some
Smiles
At god-awful jokes,
Coffee (caffeinated)
At 3 in the morning
When we watch the sun
Come up,
Dawn breaking on a night
Well spent
Without sleeping.

I want a partner
In crime,
A friend when
All else fails,
A companion
To travel down the
Same side of the street
As me,
Maybe even a hand
To hold while we walk.

I want to be
All these things too,
A generator of good times
And a shoulder to lean on
During bad ones.

I want to make a house
A home.
The only home I’ve ever known
Is my best friend’s couch,
Using a sweatshirt as a sheet
To sleep under.

I want something better-
Not merely for me,
But for the both of us-
A space where they
Will feel safe,
Loved
Even when we disagree
Because we will
Be fighting
On the same team.

I want to write each day,
Not on a piece of paper
But into my memory
Where I can tell the story
Of a Juliet and a Romeo
Where they grow old
And live happily ever after.

I want someone
Who will make me own up
To my mistakes,
Who creates a better person
Than the one I am today,
Than the one I’ll be
Tomorrow,
And the day after that too.

And I want you to know,
I’m not looking for perfect.
I just want to have someone
Who is willing to work
On working together-

I’m heading into the
Restaurant
Now,
So wish me luck.
I’ll talk to you
When date night
Works out just right.