Purify me Douse me in your holiest water And your strongest rubbing alcohol. Clean me Scrub me with steel wool And scrubbing bubbles with bleach. After all that Maybe for once I will be free of dirt and sin
Belabored breaths beat out of my chest, There is no end to this forest in sight. Sore soles scuff against the soil, I fear I cannot take another step. I wander through the wild wood withal, My only company the susurrus of leaves above. And leaves surrounding The quiet is maddening. Hours pass Coherency is just as lost as I Somehow I still stumble forward.
Shy kid hiding behind second violin We lock eyes for a moment Before both looking away. We sit next to each other Talk about Harry Potter Then he thinks to himself "I'm gonna marry them If I don't kill myself first." I am his fake serotonin Our lives depend on each others An unspoken blood pact. I cut, he cuts. He starves, I starve Such is the way of our contract.
She created you, birthed you from her own flesh and bone Every atom, every twist of DNA Was all by Her design. You were once the spring leaf Of an old tree long gone. You were the mud on the riverbank. You were the star that exploded And made our solar system. You are a part of your home A part of this Earth Just as a snail Is a part of her shell. Next time it is dark And you can't find your roots Remember this: The land knows you even when you are lost.
The streetlights turn on And the night has begun My work is not done.
Dripping, verdant land The air is made fresh again Life becomes pleasant.
I say I miss you, But I never even knew you Where did you go? Who are you supposed to be? Are you kind Are you fair When you're sober, Talking to me? How could you leave Before I even got the chance How could you betray us all Before I got the chance to know you? You said you love me But how can that be true If all you do Is drink your life away?
Does it make me soft That I feel kinship with the milkmaid From times long gone? Does it make me weak That I long to make a home Warm and comfortable and safe? Does it make me teutonic To desire a flourishing garden And a family well fed? Why should I shy away From the traditional femininity In ways that are not stifling?
Why can I not be soft?
Gentle hands lift me up, Whisper sweet things You think I can't hear. Plunge me down Into the soft black, Half bury me. Sweet things once again Now you give me a drink And pat around me. I don't know much About windowsill life But I'm sure I'll grow to like it here.
Do you miss me? When the snow swallows your house And your only company is in your dreams? Do you dream of me? I dream of you, Through warm Mediterranean nights When the air is soft around me I wonder, I hope, That your winter quilt is softer. Spring is coming soon I'm scared to return to you, though why I cannot say. Perhaps it's because I know That when you see me You will say "I miss you, Did you miss me too?"