the old place

science
there is always that
one thing that stays
consistent
reliable
in his life
8 years
and I an acquaintance
or a stranger?
these halls of lab
i remember the orange-y,
chemical scent
the summer i spent
here with him
his first summer
in California
i felt so excited
and confused
like his life was taking off
and mine was
undetermined
i don’t think now
i ever knew
why he loved me
when i could never
offer all of myself
but [...]

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does he know?

when mornings waine
and i so tired
have no desire to tread the day
does he know
he keeps me going?
 
when i see his eyes
have lost their way
and pain has seeped
into his fair skin
does he know
i long to hold him?
 
when he speaks
of love–his fascinations
his philosophies
his understated desires
does he know
that i could be them?
 
and when he walks away
his mind always sailing
contemplating [...]

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On Being Susan

Let me be clear
I don’t want her life
If jealousy be the cause
Of this frustration
It is not the kind of envy
In which one longs to be
In the other’s shoes…
 
But that isn’t the point
The point is,
That it was always her
Perfect posture, perfect skin
Proud and fine
Like an Egyptian queen
Fearless attitude-
The kind that asks for everything
Expects twice as [...]

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