When we are together and alone I unfurl like a leaf,
Spilling everything inside of me that I've kept all the week.
And since the sun must also die one time each night,
I leave the window cracked open and turn on a light.
And I wait for you to come back once more,
Hoping you've kept all the keys to open my door.
And if you did, I will be here and ready
And the way we feel will hold us steady.
Okay, so here it is: I've worked in a real office with real doors for a year. I've decided I am not professional. I like wearing sneakers with my trousers, And I like to get personal. I say FUCK at mi
Outside the building During gray showers I am entertaining a cigarette Underneath my umbrella. Nearby, a mother folds her child Into her jacket Like a newspaper being protected From the rain. For me
I arrive to the bar on Thursday night for writing group And attempt to domesticate love words, But they escape me like herds that Have grown suspicious of the sight of me As if I am a poacher in the w