I take a bow for myself

out of fear and self-importance

my head touches the ground

deeper! more humble!

I disappear into the ground

lower!  more scandalous!

perfect bows are fatal

It’s me, It’s just me

there is a kingdom underground

ungoverned and beautiful

I know.

Words

with words I painted your windows black

locked your jaws

put putty in your lock

broke your key

wrapped you in a blood-red blanket

with words I stole your heart

made you laugh

cry too

made you come

made you go

Mumbling

the more clearly  I want to say something

the more inarticulate I express myself

this seems like a typical phenomenon

of some shit.

Invitation

I’m lying here spread out like a whore.

you may caress me, crawl into me, jump me,

blow me up like a ball, till a point,

shrink me, mourn me, sing to me.

I’m your material. sniff me.

look down my throat, my heart, my ass, my stomach.

curse me a thousand times over or hold me tight.

It’s all fine with me because today I love you.

taste my blood, suck on my tit.

believe wholeheartedly in my significance.

I’m really here. and yet, I’m not.

like your woolen sweater 
and the sheep that isn't there.

Swing

me, on the swing

silent above the grass.

the high spring grass

with the dandelions.

you, on your knees, making

a path for yourself  for when you

grow old. So we can push you outside

and back inside.

I listen to your hands,  hammering away.

I’m sitting on the swing, I’m not swinging.

I stretch without stretching-

the sky ticks in April.

I’m no hourglass and no bell-jar.

I’m your daughter.

silent.

I like people who stay


I like people who stay, he said,

together we stood watching the white laced winter trees

and because of his words I found it hard to leave.

he took me along the damaged paths of his youth,

passed the decayed orchards, delicate streams,

in front of a old wrecked building he stopped

and sneaked a peek through the window of his first love

hesitant a summer presented itself in his voice

and I saw he was gone for a while