Monday 18 January 2016

to the men .


the inside of my cheeks
are raw
from biting them until they bleed

i know that you're just asking me to smile but

i would rather spit blood
into the bathroom sink
and wait for the
stinging to

wait until my tongue
gets used to the walls of my mouth

wait while a new layer of skin grows back
stronger this time

than open myself up

for you.


{Photo: Matt Fry Flickr}

Friday 15 January 2016

alchemy .

i've found you in the silence
when i'm alone or in a crowd of strangers

i've found myself missing the softness between your calloused hands
& the laughter on your teeth

& i know we were insignificant — 
strangers colliding on our way to bigger things

but i think you dropped your pen — 
something small and insignificant

& i think i picked it up

& after all this time it's turned to gold in my pocket —
heavy and significant

but it's yours not mine —
all too heavy for my two arms to carry

something bigger
than we were
so that i've found i'm now missing your blackberry sweet kisses
& the sound of your voice first thing in the morning

before either of us had opened our eyes

saying not now not now not now to the early-light
& right now right now right now to me

& i'm sure you left these moments in that
apartment next to mine

before leaving that old town for good

but i brought a button home with me
that turned into a diamond in my suitcase

& i can't seem to let it go.

{Photo: Lily Little Flickr