ssssshe
She makes me feel
She makes me feel like a runaway balloon
or a cartoon
like I’m still undercover
wallowing in that shallow valley
between consciousness and sleep
but it’s noon
deep
like space
or thunder’s
rolling bass
emptying
as the feeling rolls away
hungrier than I was before
she makes me feel full
of wanting more
She is fall
Manchmal noch Sommer
Aber immer mehr Winter
Her glance shoots
like a thousand painful darts
broken shards of glass
across the room
She tinkles as she dances
the fragments of my tiny soul still
clash silently in her pantses
I don my finest mask
to no avail
my mast collapsed
she trims my sail
just another snack
Her voice rattles my spine
“Twilight” she whispers
like two strokes of a brush
She shatters my indignance
painting my fate
with syllables
instead of pigments
