I am a turtleI am a turtlewith the waters of hopeto keep me aliveand hardened to the touchto protect a soft core.I am a turtlewrinkled, wrangled and drywith a home on my backand the world before my eyesslowly growing nearer.
underage armageddon.listening to blood drippingoff your own fingers is surreal;a pandemic for gods,insult to injuryupon the wanting mouths of crackedconcrete as the acid rainfalls to split its skin,to end the world;to whisper“ a p o c a l y p s e ”into the ears of our children.(to spew a more terrifyingword forrevolution).our lungfuls of airno longer taste like air.it’s your pride we smell,our intestines we rip from our bodies,to rid our beings of yourtoxicity;from our eyes, the notion of yourblessed city.skylines of souls,of my cherishing your preciousincisors, lethal& forgotten insidemy belly. “i’m sorry,”cannot heal the 10,000 cracksyou burrowed deep into theribsof this nationwithout even giving us the reliefof breaking the cycle.wallowing in tiger teeth,panther’s pelts,& lizard scales to adorn your‘fretful endeavor’;we singfragmented couplets aboutbroken heartstrings &poisoned clock springs:a direful nexus t
a girl at the airportwhen she eats cakeshe presses a napkinto her lips with each bite--frosting smears are impolitemurderers of good, faraway first impressions.when she sees someonebeautiful, she hides her facebehind a book, book shelf, closed doorlike a pious man hides his eyesfrom god.when she has somethingimportant to say among a crowdshe utters it like the bahof a vulnerable lamb--a fragile thing, a hesitant mantrato be drowned and consumed without thought or care by the soundof louder others.when she falls in loveshe looks aroundto make sure no one sawand when someone seesshe refuses to believetheir eyes tried to catchhers.