I’m not good at that
I’m not good with words.
Sometimes I make them
but paint lands haphazardly
and creases her crow’s feet
or the area behind his ear.
I’m not good with lives.
Most times I touch them
thinking it will hold like glue
but a finger’s weight is simply
too heavy for such flimsy things.
I’m not good with thoughts.
Every time I see them
the ink runs a little [...]
Agenda
You have an agenda for me like a train conductor on the verge of hitting my skeleton quivering on the parallel strips of cardboard. You could hardly blink when you used those words like sweetened wine and made them drizzle down the small of my back and my neck and the area where the tip [...]
