i'll save you from her

because her rubber eyes are closed

and childhood has survived us all.

worthy dress pants are hung and

basement stench has turned to

dusted gold. we bought our freedom 

and hugged our family's wobbly 

legs.

but,  i am alive to see them

collide into my stiff neck

open heart 

closed fears.

love story

famished shoes

running with wrong turns

x-ray sidewalks and dances without 

toes.

drained shelters black masks

tired love. love stories

for the navy blue skies.

metal words with courage to drag

her baby pink plastic suite case 

on wheels scared for their lives.

love stories for all, and

none.

cotton death

we can always begin again.

begin in the circumference of

heated hate 

and crash into our own

walls without getting burned.

bleached eyes and eclipsed hearts;

what if we drew out our

heart valves larger than the

fake curves?

i do.