sometimes i wish stars were just holes in black sheets. i want to throw what i own out the window onto concrete. will you dance with me to the music of it hitting the street? i want to love all my enemies. it was vodka on ice, your tonic and lime, the nights you spent talking, i just whispered and mimed and now i'm running up escalators, turning back time. i want to love all my enemies. and yeah there's ghosts in winter park and baton rouge, there are bodies in beds and california full moons. there's the words i never said now drowning in bayous. i want to love all my enemies. and i'd still buy you bad coffee to smell your stale breathe cause i miss your toes on my ankles and the sound of your chest. i've sold you my pride and i'll swallow what's left. i want to love all my enemies.

Michigan Avenue

Today was cold until I saw so many men without coats

And the juxtaposed rows

Of people whose homes are the roads

Standing outside stores with diamonds in their windows

Asking for quarters, or food, or warm toes,

And all of the people in their cashmere clothes

Saying no.

4:16AM

My neck aches and I can't decide if it's a stiff mattress or the months I've spent with my head kinked towards your pedestal. Today is julienned carrots and I'm in the kitchen as a child. There will be a lot of small talk, bad jokes, and fake smiles.

White

Do you remember when our legs touched on my white sheets?

We built static between us, white light & electricity.

Do you remember my white skin, my white cheeks?

White lines, white vans, white teeth?

Do you remember your white tiles,

Cold under our feet?

Remember the white lies in the white of my eyes?

White walls, white windows, white sleep?

God dammit, don't you ever say what you mean?

Don't you ever get stains on all of your perfect white things?