porcelain arms.

August 2, 2013 § Leave a comment

That nerveless doll
with arms of the purest porcelain
that shatter and break in the winter chill
speaks words smoother than the glass in her eyes
a fine blue in tone, to strike against
the balmy blush of her cheeks
breathes
and grasps with unblemished hands
at the shattering unknowable.

the crosswalk.

June 11, 2013 § Leave a comment

We’re both so far from the crosswalk
But we’ll try to meet halfway
Before the light changes.
Before the chance is lost.

The work flirt.

June 11, 2013 § Leave a comment

It’d be so easy to take you home
if I wanted the distraction
from all the heaviness outside the office.

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