Compatibility

We share common ground

both knowing

that feeling

of the surface 

                      falling

from underneath us. 

Allergies

I have sadness

like allergies

and you agitate

this condition.

Even a slight,

fleeting interaction

makes my eyes

like lakes

and my skin

starts crawling.

You have this way

of making me

grossly abnormal. 

Bees

My eyes feel like angry 

bees inside of them.

All of this buzzing 

and the needles 

on my face

make me wonder

if he ever appreciated

the fact

that I am no weed

even if I am not quite 

a flower. 

Mornings

The men

in the deli

know 

what I like

on my bagel

and how I look 

in the morning

before coffee

and that hearing 

the steps of my 

departure just means

I'll be back tomorrow. 

Self Harm

I have always 

been a bull

in a china shop 

breaking the fragile

looking for something

to hit my head against. 

Colors

You changed

the color

I see

when I close

my eyes

at night.

I am afraid

of the darkness

and of light

that’s bound

to fade.

I want to see

pastels

again.