and how
the semi colon is to be used.


transitiontransitions are something that i've alwaystransition
found puzzling (as though the pieces have been glued together by puzzle glue, and i am tearing them apart.) the noise of paper thin wings rubbing together to
make sound of cicadas in summertime days, and still i cannot do these things so simple.
connecting one thing to another
in words or in
motion or in
heartstrings or in air is not something i can do.
purchasing words to place together and piece my heart and brain on paper (or a television screen tinged green), the belly of the babe, laugh


will you pleasei fell inside of you i fell inside of you i fell inside of youwill you please
and learned i was a
young soul drinking water from the palm of my hand.
will you please will you please will you please
fill me up again. trace the inside of my knee with a paper airplane and float your body
across the lake.
will you please
talk to me in words i
won't understand as we make faces toward the
heavens.
when a person laughs, their lips are shaped in peculiar ways. i can't help but feel the need to reach a


fiercemy fingers are pressing into chicken bones and you tellfierce
me you are chewing a t rex cousin. spices gather in
the creases. lines that tell me a future i have no
desire to live, one where a life is cut short and i
weave in and out of people like you.
i am fierce and bold and i tell myself i am a ferocious woman. i whisper to myself bending over in front of the mirror. i tell myself these things so i have the air about me that other women do. the ones who didn't get away.
i don't have a bathtub to soak away all my sins, but i
buy candles hoping that someday i can. i


sense lessmonologues are backed up in my head repeating the words run and safe and figure and strung. words acting as ligaments, connecting one tosense less
another. i never felt safe. you burned sage to remind me of the father you never wanted to keep. you ran from me to remind me to never keep mine, but i did. i took fragments of your words, and i sewed them to the insides of my knees, hidden away.
i can feel them.
they come in fitful dreams, when the sweat on my body tries to wash me clean. and the dreams are running up a tree and running back down. i am running from you, and from the kille


seperated, together.we woke in the morning. when the cold green breeze attached,seperated, together.
and blew through like a tenor, with a whistle.
we wore our hair
in bundles. like coriander leaves
or pepper tree roots. pulled to the side,
but erect
in a sociable fashion.
it made sense when we fumbled our cigarettes, spitting out the fugitive leaves. the ones that somehow
escaped from between our fingers.
the warm sharp smoke filled up the car,
so much
we were separated.
but we drove anyway. and escaped.
we a
enjoy
I miss you more!!!!
--
\"Lovebites and razorlines are all you see left on her skin\"
You've got a creative mind.
--
..............................
Moisture leaks from
Dreams that have been crushed,
Spills down your cheeks
And drips from your jaw line.
--
this madness
this madness
quakes
with the earth
at dawn
and my words are already failing.
--
this madness
this madness
quakes
with the earth
at dawn
and my words are already failing.
--
In christ,
Stevie
Been reading some of your stuff......really enjoyed October wind and Still as still.
Keep the writting flowing
J
--
The greatest things we gain in life are often not things we recieve
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