A sports bar near empty
serves to drown me in
a culture unwelcome 
in my course.
If I pay too much mind
I'll drown in ignorant yellow
topped with stale foam.
Even the music they play
is saturated in air and
past is expiration.
No menu serves to prepare
one for what is to come.

Friend

He has a wonderful way
of reducing my swell to 
a deflated balloon.
The rubber becomes wrinkled
from being stretched too long.
Is that why?
Why he chose to wither my encasing?
To let all the breath escape
my lungs
and empty into the smoky,
stale air.
He plays it off as nothing
because its so easy for him
to disregard me.
He never answers to my core
His is so blind
I might as well remove the swollen eyes
from their sockets
and let the clear, black speckled liquid
run through my fingers
as I squeeze them in 
hands starved.

Status Green

Holy frick I'm bored!
My mind can't stop
thinking in stanza
Am I becoming a poet?

My identity swirls in 
undulant turbulence
now my perspective is shaken
after years of stubbornly
shouting "maybe?"

The salt crumbles from my
pretzel, no cream for
my wafers,
no fluffy white topping
I need.
Sweet are the gifts laid out 
before me.
I need no additives now.

Untitled

I often wonder how I look
to others.
Is my short dark
hair that's pitch flat or
poofy distracting to 
them?
I don't think they're practiced
enough to fully fathom
the crap I pull.

Parking Garage

It seems like spring time
in this warm light
surrounded by the cold crisp
air. Tomorrow we're supposed
to get snow.

I have laundry to do.
they'll be extra this 
week because I couldn't see
folded as dirty.

My hair is thinning.
I'll probably be blind by 60,
but by then I'll need a 
wheelchair.

My hip hurts with only
22 years of experience.
My ankles echo its cries.

Shit, in its entirety
impermanence a slap in my face.

Everyone will die someday.

The smells are intoxicating,
entrancing, hypnotic to 
a nose with no 
experience or familiarity.

I can barely read the
labels, but I want
to try.
I can, right?

In my cloistered view
No soreness of my hands
but yours are;
they're too tiny to feel.

How dare you shut me out!
I want to taste, smell
your differences
Is this so much a crime?

You see me in the others,
but you're more blind than 
they are.
I am exceptionally bland. 

"You're a fraud in your own skin."
they yell such things.
I ask to define and
they spurt acid hypocritically.

They'll never understand
as the cleave to what it means
to be Goth, Asian, Mexican, Black, Woman, 
or even human at all.

"You'll make us lots of money."
She said for the fourth time.
Broken bones, traumatize, little girl
No price is too high.

"You'll make mommy Happy."
She said as she pushed 
the tiny shoulders between 
the parked cars.

"Oh, God! I didn't see her!"
escapes his throat after
his bumper greets
her spine.

Tear the wings at the 
joints, to keep your
freedom caged.

To feel the knife slide 
would be
bliss.