crop tops & other secrets i learned to eat on a stage of getting through. cutting all the curtains in half. slats of sunlight. i try to take a nap but my heart becomes a street lamp full of moths. all kinds of mothers everyone has their shame stored in jars. carrying them down to the river to float them like shoes. what i wouldn't give to be anyone else. spring is asking the important questions. "when will i be green enough for you?" carrying a spoon in my pocket just in case. a landlord thinking to himself, "i work so hard for these mice." me, that's me. i am mice. all the houses with for sale signs i join them & put a for sale sign in my belly button. come & see what the previous owner has left for you. court yards without any ivy. summer spitting cherry seeds at the window. no. that was a gun shot. no i think it was just a firework. pot lucks without any luck. i would try so hard to be a woman. cut hourglasses into the walls & walked through them just to find myself on the other side. i tried just as hard to be a men. punched holes in the drywall. my knuckles are soldier helmets. i try to tell you none of us are going to war even though i know this isn't true. i cut anything i can find in half. scissoring panting on the end table. you touch your hand to the small of my back. all my hairs raise to attention.