We rose, too.

The day that Jesus rose,
we rose, too,
forgotten she-gods,
our journey unmentioned,
following the female footsteps before us,
breaking bread and bleeding into the Earth.
Our rods and staffs do not part oceans,
but we carry the weight of living and dying
between our legs.
We carry the soul of our sister gods,
the ebb and the flow in our bodies are known,
whispered secrets of the sister kin.
We are mystics,
our splintered hands guide the cloth that covers,
We are mothers,
our pilgrimage never ends,
we rose and we will rise again.

your heart pitter-patters, my heart plunges

we tap along
to the same songs,
smile and think and dream
all these songs belong to me
but when i turn to you,
from the passenger seat
and profess,
"yes, forgivemeology,
it moves me"
and you say,
"yes, porcupineology
it speaks to me,"
we sing our differences
so proudly
and so out of tune
we know it's true
we are a fun song to sing
but we make
no sense

i am a dark cave

You, my love,
are the puppeteer,
i am nothing
but a pissed on pillowcase,
i fall limp in your hands
and hold the stench
of worthlessness

i cannot move
without you
i am quicksand,
wanting nothing more
than to cradle
your hand
cup yr face
i am only here to embrace
you
suck the life
right out of you

i am a dark cave
filled with crawling creature things
i have no meaning
until you discover me

We've become such great actors, we've started fooling ourselves!

When did our naked bodies
become costumes
we prance around in?

it was a lovely boat ride until we hit an iceberg

i'm in between
that prickly feeling
and a numb
nothingatall,
like blue blood toes
on the bathtub floor,
i sting

like a cold morning shower,
a car crash dream,
you'll never
see me coming
but i go on
and on
and on

i'm as hollow
as my red eyes look,
empty and unreflected
i'm just as sad as you expected
but we can fuck and call it something
even though we don't feel anything

i won't ask you where yr love is
pretend i won't think 'nothing of it
i can cry like it's a habit
sink the ship like there's no end to it
i am here to bring you down
i'm the frozen lake that you will drown in
and you'll never know what happened

you can change the scenery but it won't unload yr baggage

we moved out
of that little green house
but we could never
unpack our bags

Rest Yr Chin

paint my face
like hers
let me
sleep on it,
the side of the bed,
that belonged to her
let me toss and turn
and see where you rest yr chin

tell me who has the softer skin,
the better hands,
the better touch,
who is a better fuck?

who do you dream of while you sleep,
who do you see when you wake up?
do you imagine
her
for just a second
a reminder, a dream you once had,
was it
this good?
was it
this bad?

like you

would you sleep better
if i told you
that those secrets
you think i keep
are just iloveyous
aching in my gut

how sweet but so painful
to hear again and again
"i like you"
"i like you so much"

We are a mixed drink that doesn't mix.

you and i
are a sloppy mixed drink,
we're tipsy,
tip-toeing around the subject

our tongues
swirl in
and out
of conversation,
stirring consonants and vowels

i ignore sounds,
words that won't come out,
words we can't mix
together
yet

i let my dense, sweet honey words
water down,
sink and settle
at the bottom
of my cup

all i can do
is drink up
yr floating sugared words
and ask again
for you to fill me up