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StretchedRocks fall out of my ears, eyes, nose and mouthMore Like This
He catches them
but they hurt his hands
I am awful
and i'm selfish
and i'm
crushing
his
hands
I have to tape up my ears
tape up my eyes
tape up my nose
and
tape
up
my
mouth
my
mouth
that
doesn't
shut
The rocks may build up
and press against my insides
until i'm stretched out
paper
thin
My skin may tear
and they'd flow out
But until then
I must keep his hands safe
from
my
rocks
Storm DrainsI'm going toMore Like This
open up
the bottoms of my feet
Then go for a walk
in
the
rain
so
so
so
so
All of the ugly
goes down
the storm drain
and
and
and then
I can hold your hand
and
Kiss your forehead
and
Rub your shoulders
and
jump in puddles
and
roll in the grass
and
write you notes on paint samples
and
buy you ugly shirts
and
skip some stones
Without
all of
the
ugly
cause
cause
cause the ugly
will be in the storm drain
watching us
throw my rocks
into the ocean
Just
let
me
open up my feet
so
so
so the ugly can slither into
the storm drain
I only need to do it
one
more
time
ShakyI noticed that her hands were shaky.More Like This
I liked that.
That reminded me of him.
It made me think about last night and how shaky his hands were.
They rattled as he touched my waist.
They shook as he held me.
It felt unstable, like we could have collapsed at any moment.
And yet, with that,
A kind of stabilizing peace floated around us.
We were suspended in a cloud of uncertainty and Elton John.
His hands were quaky,
I wouldn't want to remember them as anything else.
Broken NoseBack in third gradeMore Like This
this boy hit me in the head with a ball
My nose ached for hours
I hated him
because
he made my nose sore
I gave him dirty looks
for the next few years.
I stared at him
as he rode his bike down my street
as I hunted for eggs in his backyard
as our mothers chatted on Friday afternoons
as i knocked on his door to sell him thin-mints
as his hair got shorter and longer
as our social lives shook, swished, and swayed.
I stared at him
as he scooted over to let me sit
as he laughed at my jokes
as I fell for his bassist right in front of him
as he pet my cats
as he pulled off his hat to show that h
Dysphoric AcrosticVile and repulsive;More Like This
organs without purpose. Heavy
masses of flesh and putrid fat
inevitably grow and swell;
tumors on my once-perfect chest.
