i.
everything’s been riding on
lamenting throbs that screech along
to the white noise under my tongue.
ii.
moonlight rains down to sweep me
away to a place where my eyes turn crystal.
and fails.
iii.
i think my head beats more
times per minute than my heart.
or is that just truth knocking at my door?
iv.
i swallow eggshells like
breadcrumbs, but birds still fly south,
finding themselves pecking at plates.
v.
write about yourself so you can
clinch something bigger so you can
write more about yourself so you can
clinch something bigger so you can
vi
is this the life i’ve always wanted?
i’m sure i pressed another button
in the elevator.
precious 