The world kind of shows its face to me,
once in a while,
me: the girl who’s kinda there –
kinda really nowhere.
In between the lands and cracks of my mind
That love is just the shadow
Of an opaque sleaze hiding behind my ear,
Telling me to take things that aren’t mine for the taking –
But I take them anyway,
Snatch them away and gobble them up –
At least, only in mind,
Because I always seem to find
That my hands never do the moving
When my mind is in the ring
And loop of things
That are never its for the looping.
So I sit here, at the end of the busy day
And try to collect my thoughts
Like collecting the crumbs from a table top.
I watch the particles trickle out through the cracks in my fingers,
As the contents of my heart leaks inconspicuously into the hollow of my gut.