image

so on love and hate
rolls and curves and cellulite
reality sucks

Stranger

this body is strange
it seems i was assigned it
as a oversite

Runner

I've run miles she said
mostly in my head, mostly
without the shin splints

Singer

flannel sheets whisper
unshaved legs talk beneath them
her heart beats alone

Desperation

it was written cold
the writing on the window
"help me" carved in ice..

California

Sometimes she calls me
Who and what I used to be
My lost childhood

Logic

what scent is on you
desperation I whisper
so no one can hear....