Tuesday, January 22, 2013

mental health plan

say a prayer
with every lit cigarette

notes from a past life

we go in the dark
motley little parade

she's not even awake
'are we sleeping?'

'you are'

in the dead hours

the waiting room quality of light
salt and sticky

nothing smells
like night
and jasmine 

perfect lovers

they are each other's perfect lovers
her, with the grace to fall down stairs
when pushed
and him, to pick her up again

him, always knowing when to go too far
and her, already being there

Friday, January 11, 2013