bleeding

intoxicated by femininity;
my shedding endometrium
has me feeling strange,
I crave-
a baby held close to my heart by pashmina ,
and stare sexually at passer-bys

I bit my lip at a woman unwittingly
and she joined me on the park bench

a small poem

Just a child in a hammock
enveloped in egyptian cotton
trusting the strength of roots running deep
I sleep
and imagine conversations around corners,
the familiar drifting;
impatience and desperation
I can barely see the sunlight
as it lowers in the sky
I am high
and nearly skimming the earth
just a child in a hammock

I could cry for an eternity
for everything I'm missing
in my life--plain site
I'm practically indulging in all my misfortune
love
loss and longing
the future I'm prolonging by
sitting and writing of
almost-moments
and almost-lovers

experience needed

Judgemental Israeli female
sharp, naked eyes
warn and welcome me

I want a knock at my door
around 4
in the morning
I'll be up for water

the washing machine
was the first thing
to raise my heart beat
today
and I feel as if I owe it something
for abruptly changing cycles like that
we fall into pattern without noticing sometimes

I sat down here
because it is chilled
it gives me chills
and the cement is alluring
when paired with lint
and detergent

Please:
turn off these taps
when you are through

nailed to wood
that was the wall
and all
the humans
in this house
sat in this green chair before
I hope.

and there stood his bike
or was it her's?