I wish my fingers
less bony, less glued to piano keys...

During Summer, I leave my fingerprints everywhere,
smudging the horizon on my bedroom window...

I remember something about paper
caressing my cheek; life's formula...

You woke up to my words and I slept to yours,
and all we ever shared together dwindled somewhere...

I imagine, vacant eyes,
the cold of the walls...

I hate you. I hate the late A.M.
and the intervals of wakefulness...

Labels are for cans, not people,
so please stop turning me...

Nipping at incense, you filled the air.
Like an opium den - broken dreams...

The cutting of metal on skin oughtn't be ugly,
like veins in marble - cold feet on cold floor...

On the first day of university, freshmen scatter...
like disoriented ants in search of syrup, and end...

I fear fineliner on paper,
never began drawing because...

Even the magazines are mocking me now,
smiling with romance like newlyweds...