#83: Trauma
2011-02-07 11:07:35days meant for calling in
too sick to wake from day to day
meant to wake slowly live wholly,
dreaming ear to ear,
living in styles of script
hiding behind eyes
dreams of first kisses
first days of work
or airplanes to a soundtrack of arpeggios
walk dogs and get high
or stay inside to cry
and wonder why your chest is cut open spilled blood
watch sun and smile strongly
engaged and topless
i'll take off my shoes in the passenger seat
to crawl up and nap
with your voice filling neighboring air high
and i'll find your home
warm bare feet on the street
where you grew up
and scream for your body
with the blood on the ground.
