Trust Falls

It is the most 

frightening trust fall:

being surrounded

by trees that shade

with resentment,

poison ivy crawling

up satin like sheltering,

cold nights spent

in my own skin.

I have been falling 

into myself, wondering

the moment my strength

cannot catch me. 

Light Me

Chemistry is

a book of matches. 

Friction 

creates a flame

that only lasts 

until a breath too heavy.

But what can light me

that is not temporary? 

No Easy Exit

There will never be

exit signs illuminated 

in my eyes.

I crumble

like the walls of Jericho

when you leave;

it tends to be

the promise land

without me.