Tuesday, May 11, 2010

watching our parents grow old, sitting on the fence
pick a side
any side

grass is there
a bug is there
hair falls from my sister's tongue
and I know it's mine so I smile

then our parents watch us grow up, fall off the fence
my insides choose their sides
my sister cries and
for a second I almost admit that I closed my eyes in the thick


when we let our milky fingers
find their own,
they never let us down,
and they never take us home.

Monday, May 3, 2010

there is a home
in my mouth,
tick-tock, tongue
tick, tock, hum.

hello toothache. you know how I moan?
I moan for me, toothache.
I would be the only one.