There is somebody living in my skin.

Everyday I wake up
and begin dying
there is somebody living in my skin
this wretched horror
rebels and riots
and it is winning.
Everyday I wake up
I wake up less
as this monster
phases out my habits
stops calling my friends
finds new modes of expression
and looks down on things
I look back on fondly.

. . .

That’s when the screaming started

It was nothing for me
to put on a face
and fit in
until
I realized
I now fit perfectly
in this hole
I’ve dug for myself

. . .

Feminism

It’s not late
but it’s not early
and the girl on the side walk
walks a little bit faster
than she would like
and that's all you need to know
about being a girl
in this world

. . .

No Choreography.

Everyday, I dance with the universe
to the same song
and everyday we hold perfectly still
the universe and I
as if waiting
for the rules to finally make sense
until one of us relents, with a sigh -
I'll lead, and you can follow.

. . .

Welcome to the Club.

In wonder, humor, or terror
everything I love and hate
leaves me breathless
including you.

. . .

Living loving life

I run, I laugh, and I weep
tears of sweat
that scream, I'm here
and I'm trying.

. . .

Reading; Comprehension.

When I talk and you can
tell what I mean -
not because I've achieved
communication, but because
you've achieved comprehension
and reading people.

. . .

Day and Night

The difference between you and me
my friend
is the difference between day and night,
because while the logic
remains unchanged,
there are many things
sanity would stop you
from saying
in the light of day.

- - -

Truth

Truth
is a weighty topic
unless you are talking
rather recklessly
about being true
to yourself
in which case
no more alcohol for you
my dear, dear, drunk friend

. . .

The Question

How we crave
for connection
has a tell
hiding in plain sight
in every conversation
that should
within the limitation of polite society
end
but then, you ask
the question

What about you?

. . .

Ignorance

What if heaven is not a place
for joy, pleasure, or euphoria
but oblivion
where, not acutely aware
of your own unhappiness
You can finally find
bliss

. . .

A day in the life

Anxiety
Doubt
Disarray
Delirium
Despair
and then,
quite suddenly-
Hope.

. . .