I want my husband to have known he was going to marry me after the first day meeting me......
Thursday, March 22, 2012
my hands are shaky
my legs are waking noodles
come here touch my tummy
full of caterpillars
your warm contact, that spark of life
a swarm of butterflies flew from my belly button
all green, looking like four leaf clovers
hovering over our heads, collectively on the ceiling
were about to get lucky
Sunday, March 18, 2012
i found out i'm nothing but cold
remnants to your collection
a single smudge in your inspection i
thought this was real
the real deal that
one time love my
sister reads about in her novels with the colorful covers.
i wanted to be a colorful novel with you,
were able to read me like i book
and i sat there and marveled at the sound
your voice makes me
puzzled but intrigued, concentrating hard
on the soft hums im hearing, like a child
in class wanting to be like the smart kids able
to comprehend able to understand so
i pretended, i was good at pretending.
i think you finally caught me
you asked me to stop acting, to be real
you begged me to stop acting
but all i could do was stare at you blankly
and ask how?