April 2/30
here is something you can say is all yours.
when other’s ask you walk a mile in their shoes
you have no intentions of trying to
give them back
and when other’s dance and make love to each other
you are scribbling their steps down
as if bodies were meant to be x’s and o’s in a playbook
as if allowing my partner to dip her hair into the dark chestnut dance floor
was a decision I made the night before
while twirling it between my fingers
we are not cork boards driving tiny stakes into ourselves
trying to imprison all the things we love and want
to let other’s know about
it’s unfortunate that victim’s of chance can’t see why
picking your first candy from a lot of quarter machines
is our first lesson in romance
that the weeks you spend saving quarters to taste
them all at once while faking the sugar rush
will leave you with nothing
more than a sketchbook filled
with black and white tongues begging to be tinted blue
with white pages begging to be written in, for once, by you.
