I throw rocks at your window,
you keep a collection
of all the stones
I put my secrets in.
Your walls shiver
when they feel my spirit
dig into your linoleum
For weeks my breath
has been waving like a birthday candle
I coughed the flame out
caught some light
bottled it up
hung it against my heart
you shoulda seen how bright
it looked
that is the way my body looks
up against yours
the rocks i throw
they tap
against your window
you hear the noise
and do nothing
when you finally fall asleep
you stare at the ceiling
the fan hurls it’s shadow at you
I am not something
you spend time
praying over
I really just want to see you,
allow me the compliment of conversation
a smile that does not
haunt itself
you are too busy
even the ground notices
I don’t need you
to make me forget
how much I wished
I was someone else
i just have these two hands,
and they are awfully empty
and you are awfully pretty
It is not easy
but here they are
wide
open
