a small poem

tea on an empty stomach
1,000 thoughts caress my conscience
toying with my nerves
i'm nauseous
but without the tea,
without my troubled mind,
where would I be?
somewhere else entirely.
but it is clear
that I am here not there

I'll be biting my finger nails
'til the day that I die
and you wanna know why?
because
I've been biting my finger nails
since the day I was born

"Here's what you need to know," he tells you as he places the ornament in your hand. "There are no meetings, no by-laws, and no dues, and if you lose the pin, you get another." Naturally you join. There follows a wicked smile, as if to acknowledge his awareness that this is one of the few instances of human association that makes this easy.

What's good on your soul will be bad on your nerves

Joanna Newsom

I will pack up all my pretty dresses
I will box up my high heel shoes
sparkling ring for every finger,
I will put away and hide from you

Lacey

there are three minutes left of her birthday
and i'd give her the world if she'd take it
keep it in her pocket
her purse, slip it into her bra
for later
when she needs it and I know she needs it
when she's all alone
when she's with 15 people
and feels all alone
she'd have it
all the trees and the swing sets
and the coins and the birds
all the hearts
broken and used
full and loving
each one pumping,
for her
and if I could give her the world in a whisper
I would
and i've tried
when she's sleeping
I can tell from her breathing
she needs it
she needs me
and "I love you" won't cut it
a hand on a forehead, she can't even feel it
asleep in my bed
asleep in his bed
I am miles away and just want to say,
once more:
Happy Birthday