Picture Perfect
-Schwerin, DE
he judges her like her personal critic
while he edits himself
of the very same things
he aims to change of her
Clear
the confusing trail
self projection
is
three’s good company
we sat on the balcony. not together, just at the same time. occupying space, like furniture and books.
If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you never will change the outcome.
- Michael Jordan
forget me, not
Does remembering make me wise
Does forgetting make me naive
The learned say
Know when to distinguish the two
Yet I confuse the two
I remember when I should forget
Forget after I should remember
Often being neither wise nor naive
Just swinging incompetently
Between the two
It is easier for me to tell you what he likes about me; that is a short list.
Die Elbe
Diet
my need is short lived
my tongue long still salivating
after he pulls his lips away
his diet was not always this strict
in our first few weeks
when my legs were closed
and my mouth open
when he did not know what language beat between my lungs
only sure of the desire of my fingers
searching his face like Braille,
his lips only sought out mine
his hunger open, ravenous
never doled out
like the precious dessert it is now
Symptoms of Spring
Die Alster
Recede
You know what happens.
I recede like beach water, at low tide. I recede so far back that I no longer want to crash on your coral reefs.
it’s only in the middle of the night
when the house has been darkened for several hours
and he is sleeping next me, soundly on his belly
it’s when i’ve been up for the third or fourth time
my barefoot feet sounding like the shuffles of someone carrying an immense weight
physical
like a woman in her ninth month
or a man who has lived for eight decades
our bladders no longer our control
this is when the fear overtakes me
when the aloneness defines me
reminds me
of the truth
that only insomniacs
are forced to know
in less than two weeks
i will be sharing my nights
interrupting my dreams
for a being, strange to me
just beginning theirs
thanks to my good friend @npdistefano for this book care package from the states!
Eating in
Silence silence silence
His words tell me
Bind me
I ask in protest
Can I not express myself?
His words agree
Yet his expressions deceive
Silence they repeat
Your expressions and feelings
Have no validation
If you want to be heard
Then speak my language
Pretty up your feelings
Your pain should always be lesser than mine
I go to throw up my hands
And realize
They are bound
