eleven, for posterity, not talent

i wish i had a culture.
a dancing zorba, a rack of lamb

but, really.
this is better.
windswept hair, midnight prayers
swimming bare, laughing dares.

this is our tradition, our position.

our gift.

the boxer

what are we fighting for?
don't you know, this is so much more
than
wrong words. burns.

i'm going to tell you,
soon.

40 mph

hey hey baby,
can't you see
i break before you get to me.
i'm laughing inside,
along for the ride,
unused to serious
frivolity.

smile so it hurts, i still want
everything you need.

forgiveness and your kiss is
more than i deserve this
is more than i reserved
but someday i will give you
what you missed, i promise, this

is more than i dared believe would ever be
possible
more than i bared to him in four months of
nothingness - love
and i can't figure it out.

cosmo/screwdrivers

safety school.
i can't type, and i need chapstick.

you think i'm a fool?
i bet you wish you hadn't thrown it away.

but maybe, just maybe
i can have everything.
so, i asked. i don't need your sass - i
would recommend a bit more
understanding.

yes, you are well spoken.
but that isn't everything.

henna

badass, baby,
i drive you crazy.
flower child, runnin' wild
- gimme a smile.

i got tricks for two,
if that's
what you're into.

lunch

they sit -
grey, cold, worn, wrinkled
they reminisce -
"surely, surely, dear
times have changed."

i wanted to wrap their memories
up in a scrap of napkin
tuck in my pocket
all the years of - well, everything
they've been through.

and sometimes she can't remember her own name.

please tell me, somewhere,
this is okay?

because something about that day

well, it haunts me.

it just pours out of me, darling

i wanted to apologize, because
i want to be the best thing for you
i don't want to make you bleed - i
want to be everything you need.

everything i've got
on my mind
(a lot)
and all i'm really thinking about

well

guess.