“it felt like
putting pen to paper
hiding under your covers
in this house"
he’s wearing
my best paint splattered blouse,
and i want to look past him,
see what the new people
have done with the front yard,
but i feel like it’s first year
sitting nervously in a room
full of new people
and i just want to kiss him
to hide the fact
i don’t care about the past
anymore, i don’t want to pretend
to care about anything but him, 
this isn’t high school.
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she’s getting up
for work
and she’s got this little way
of grading days
on a scale of 1-10
so the other day
when she spilt coffee
down the mans shirt
that was a 2
she says todays going
to be a 10
and i have faith
in her ability
to make the world
be a 10

thank you very much

the man
taught me tricks,
but i can breathe
in
and 
out
quite effectively
thank you very much,
but standing
on train platforms
like high heels
feet arched?
like a friends weekend getaway
with cheap vodka teetering
between the two yellow safety lines?
wondering if i tipped
left or right
which would be right?
i can breathe
in
and 
out
quite effectively
thank you very much