I held your skeleton close to me, every
junction or gap, but like an unstable bridge...

"What was high school like, to you?"
I was the rat in the labyrinth...

My feelings for you are like poems,
cast into a shameful teenage drawer...

One -
we are strangers, reaching over...

You push and pull me
the way the moon sends ocean waves...

Go. Shut the door.
Cover your ears and sleep...

It's like my brain is running
a clumsy marathon, with one leg...

You are my happy poem.
The one I tuck underneath...

One day I will be my own happy poem.
I will wake up with a soul...

*** This is a poem that recycles bits and pieces...
All my life I’ve tried so hard to become a happy...

I write so that I may live;
live beyond the smothering cocoon...

CV.
CV...