Wishbones and Pearls

I found a wishbone in my wrist
Embedded in my skin
Like twenty-seven diamonds.
You twist my arm to make it shine,
Every time I turn, a different part of you catches the light.
I turn around, again,
Spinning under the only tree I could ever climb.
Here, I'm fastened on a latch,
With bark under my finger nails and
Roots above my head.

I found a pearl in my mouth.
I stuck out my tongue and I think you saw it side by side
With all the things I've ever said,
Every book you've ever read,
Can't say I don't like fitting here
But I don't think I can
For very long.
Every world I said was true
And on my palm is the imprint of a
Wishbone and a pearl.
It happens when you hold too tight,
Please can you see my average light
And find me here.

Milk

Hands like spilled milk
Too cold and far too bruised.

I can say its fine if you want me to,
I've got the oldest eyes you've ever seen on a
Child like me.
But that wont stop you from doing what you can
To keep the fireflies in.
Its not that I object, I just don't
Think you can.

From the outside looking in,
There was nothing that we couldn't have been.

A Few Verses

Dont touch me
Dont touch me
Don't let this stop you from leaving when the sun comes up,
Like you know you want to.
Find the place where you feel most alive,
And leave me here,
In mine.

Please

I think if I could have you any way,
I'd put venom in your mouth,
And I'd wrap your fingers around my wrist
My teeth could sprinkle the floor
Like spilled milk.
I'd have you look at me,
I'd have you see me and think,
"Shes come undone",
"Shes come undone"

Under your hot,
Rash hand,
I'll only thank you,
And plant soft, sad kisses on your palms
And read you pretty lines from books we don't understand.

Of The Lake

Organisms in tiny
Tightly-knit
Universes circle past,
Catch on edges of sun, stumble for a single second
As every pair of slippered feet retraces its dusty steps,
And again.
We fall down the plastic slide.
We never leave the water.
Where the sand and the muck ends,
We sit in our auditorium seats
beneath the surface
And when they walk to the summer home
I stay.
A child in the muck.

Bat Wings

Take the hanging hand
Leave me shell shocked
here.
Time to give up the thought that these leaves
Were ever really bat wings
Keeping time with anyone else's lungs
But mine.

My skin
Like cracked china plates with
Careless blue pedals and chapped edges.
Every inch remembers fine tuned insect wings,
Fluttering my eyelids
Pacing my palms.
I roll my tongue
Feeling the tiny seed like a vessel
Float along my teeth,
Dried leaves and velvets ropes
Placed above my sleeping head,
Constellations on my chest.

Faux Fur Crown

You rummaged through my mind
when I went away for the summer time.
Its not like I'd mind if there was anything in there
Like what you thought you'd find.
I could not stand
To lose the only hold I have.
I knotted all my simple dreams into a faux fur crown
And now I'm going underground,
Cling to your hallow mysteries
like you know you can't.
She Grew Thin
From keeping all her open endings
crawling beneath her skin.
She'll just wait
Until you finally believe her words,
all this time she knew you would some day,
But please, not today.
So please don't find out

About my faux fur crown.