Parallel LinesI’m jealous of the trees.More Like This
I’m jealous of their willowy limbs
Silhouetting the sunset like cracking ice.
I want to burn a gap between my thighs
Spread them apart like a wildfire
To the very marrow of my bone.
My mother scoffs at me.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself,” she tells me.
“Some are simply born above others.
“Just accept this fact, that they will always be better.
“You must learn to settle, like a good little girl.”
So I learned.
I learned that we are all parallel lines.
bound to our congenital y-coordinate.
A God-given potential of energy,
never moving up,
never moving down.
For we all begin and end the same.
Upon that same damn line of ours,
stretching into an infinity of x’s,
an infinity of hopes,
empty promises and impalpably bogus dreams,
drifting aimlessly along our y.
We will never overcome the first dimension.
We will never be more than our DNA encodes us.
We will never be more than our unchang
The Silent TreatmentI love it when you disregard my existence,More Like This
when you use me as your formidable wall of oxygen
to block no parts of your words from gliding through my frame
and peppering the ground like hail.
I surrender to the warmth of your negligence
brush my hands over your spacious spiels of everything and nothing
and let the dark desolation curl into the corners of my vision.
I drink in your insults like coffee
the sharp taste kissing my tongue
and curling sensually around my taste buds.
Let me dye myself a color that light won't refract
and hide in your tidal waves of enmity
and evaporate when you overheat
and black out
I crave these moments of surcease
I need them as you need your lips
so you can babble your utterly nonsensical sanity.
My body has conformed to your apathy,
my curves and crevasses must be filled by your inattention
or I'll crack like an eggshell
and impose my messiness on this earth.
My acid tears would burn holes in the script.