lessons we do not learni was at the airport when i tried to reach you,lessons we do not learn9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
telling you secrets bandaged in old news papers.
i guess i was expecting you to hear harder
than the plastic tubes and upsurge onto the first flight out here,
with a plaster and a blue flashing light.
i could not explain how i died there
on the terminal floor, with three men with guns not-looking
and a child running by.
this is what heartbreak is, i thought -- a lack of oxygen,
the force of gravity, loss of bone mass, a cot death,
a bulldozer, an assassination, a loss of faith, brain cancer
and three-day seconds where the world floats by
with knives in its eyes
because nobody sees the deceased
beneath this kind of skin.
how to be honesti was 14 and in love, i was 14 and cryinghow to be honest9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under a blue trampoline, deciding that day would be a good day
to save my dinner money
for something more important.
i learnt the hard way that stuffing lies behind my ribcage did nothing
but aided them to grow so tall they fell through
and banged hard,
like a ten man band reminding me
that I have swimming pools full of care to give
and nobody to take it,
I just tie my hair back and take off my shoes,
swallow my heart again and let it soak my eyes.
the pathological drinker by my feet cannot help,
the bulimia in my fingertips does not get it out fast enough
And safety pins are not that safe at all.
these lungs have lost half their capacity in twenty seconds,
while my brain cells thirst
for twice as much,
i have a million problems like these
burrowed in paper cuts, in my bedsprings,
where my chest lay in 189 pieces.
i am small, but i still i told you a secret
that weighed six fat-years more than me.
i was surprised when your leg did no