why do you try so hard to be what you are not
Is it the way that love has been rough around its edges that exposes you to these weathered conditions?
i know that you are afraid of being lovely
that you fear it will cloy on another’s tongue
i know that being a grain of sugar is fragile
(it would scare anyone to be this delicate)
when you cry,
your seraphic tears become
tides of messy stickiness
that crystallize on the fuzzes of your cheeks
pulling and tugging in every direction
soft as a peach
with thin merlot skin
in this small city, church bells ring
exactly one minute before turning the hour
prayers are sung i imagine
Some Poems 