Category Archives: poetry in motion?

safe ii.

i thought
you could
protect me.

i thought
you wanted
me safe.

i thought
you could
understand me.

i thought
you would
be proud.

i thought
you would
admire me.

i thought
you would
want to know.

i thought
we would
love.

i thought
we would
fly.

nobody is perfect.
i thought wrong.


leader.

he followed her
and he wasn’t
so scared;
his feet didn’t
burn up in
mistrust and fear.

she followed him
and she let
his hand go;
her feet grew
old and her
eyes were in pain.

she followed;
he followed.
both and neither;
who led who
down a denied path
or a steady road?


dirty.

​and then
the dirty blood
began;
thick, gel-like
and brown.

it pooled in clots
and stained
his legs,
and ruined
the cloth.

draw it out;
do your time.
eventually,
peace will find you,
before a new facade.


stare.

all she can manage
is a blank,
black, foggy stare.

my mind vacant
and numb,
does it convince you?

“i live inside
your face.”
and i itched to free you.

his silence was
a trap and a breath;
watch me fade away.

the fog reaches
my eyes;
my body is not mine.

my strength has wilted,
everything you knew,
reduced to a stare.


mute.

i can’t say
it all out loud.
if you heard
you might never
forget.

i can’t say
it all out loud.
if you heard,
you would see
it never ends.

i can’t say
it all out loud.
if you heard,
you would never
understand.

i can’t say
it all out loud.
if you heard,
you would wish
i never did.


please let me.

​i said the words
again.
and i cried
my lungs dry.
and i stopped
caring.
again.

i felt another wave;
there have been
too many
and too often.
i have nothing left
to ride on;
it pulls me under.

i said the words
again.
and i cried
my lungs dry.
and i stopped
caring.
again.


rubber.

sometimes
you smell
like blu-tac.
it makes me
imagine
your veins
as twisted,
malleable,
rubber.

sometimes
she sounds
like rubber.
it makes him
recoil
and remember,
she was raised
on a farm,
with pigs as best friends.

sometimes
he looks
like music.
it makes me
imagine
his veins
as twisted,
charred,
rubber.


smirk ii.

i met this boy.
and he smirks
like you.
like you both
knew a secret
and the secret
was me.

only you would
never share
and never tell.
i didn’t mind
your smirks
and i let you
keep the secret.

i met this boy
after i had
met you.
now i wonder
if you met him
would you let me
love him
like i loved you?


gentleman.

i see your images of folly
and circles of wisdom;
i see the route ahead
blocked and porous.
“how do you sleep at night?”
he asked with an intrusive,
political smile.
“what sort of cat
asks for supper before 10am?”
“what sort of fox
opens the door like a gentleman?”
lick his throat
and watch your fingernails
down her back.
watch the black liquid
pool and flood.


force ii.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to laugh,
even when nothing
is funny;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to eat,
even when everything
is tasteless;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to let him,
even when nothing
feels right;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to endure,
even when everything
goes numb;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.