I used to be cold.

2009-
Hurry down sunshine, beg, borrow, steal.


winter breath shiny, she asked for another drink. moon half fallen, violently listening to old songs of violins and exasperated church dwellers yelling outside for more light. no need for consequence, black institutionalized hearts continue to ride skyward. sick coughs of blithe friends and carefully illustrated nights, today would be the day she'd remember how to reach. grown from cellophane and radical advances, never too proud to speak her intrusive mind. stunted live from the courthouse, he never cared much about her accomplishments. shut into a coat, whimpering like a bruised dog, she hurled electric. timing was everything, what you live in is nothing. a crusty memoir dug under each nailbed, flirting with god's unholy slur. "men, they'll grow up to be men!" but by then you'll be yellow and soft. blue was meant to be the favored color, but changed daily into everything hard. if surrendered bones of light are what you want, you'll get none here. sour under the chin, she fell through his motionless and child-like brain. bursting with warm plans, not everything regulated fits into a bag. vamos a la playa y tomar el sol, the past turns into unregrettable stains of freckles. when she put her head down, telescopic plants burst through her ears. smokey lips turned impervious from blood, expressions are perfection. gifts of coins, compact in its own salty place served her very well throughout the years. rising from the mechanical feathers, each day a sun dawned unwanted heat and anguish. if a collapsed woman you're looking for, a torrent explosion of life you might prefer.

the year is two thousand and nine and i am twenty-two years old.