There's a part of me
that wants nothing more
than to be inside of you
completely
I can burrow in,
I can fit into the small spaces
between your organs.
I could live happily in you,
I could live happily as your captive.

I glow in the dark!
I glow like a fork searching for spaghetti
Its harder than it looks,
to get that spaghetti wrapped up
Fang was the name of my dog, his arms were
welded by God, his doggy toes exploded with joy
once every 5 minutes.
He loved everything small,
the cats scoffed at him,
at his tail curved between his legs, and his crying
because he was afraid. He was afraid the way
the cats stalked waterbugs at night slinking stealthily
around corners that were barely there.

My heart wakes up one day,
And she says to me “I will not pump blood any more!”
For too long, I have pumped your blood.
And I am sick and tired of it,
No matter how much I pump,
There is more of it to pump.
Pump pump pump! For so long.
I can’t anymore.
Do you understand what I’m telling you?
No, I don’t,
I am a bit baffled and I don’t really know what to say,
Then a train runs into my chest,
from the inside.
I scream. You hit me!
Yes, I hit you.
You hit me again!
I yell.
After all these years, she says,
you call me a crazy bitch.
I’m sorry, I gasp, I fall to my
Knees,
And hold my hands to my chest
Thud

Please stay.

I have stayed for too long,
for what cause I do not know.
Help me out,
There is a carving knife in the kitchen.

All expectations were shattered,
And all joys were ended.
And every single ball of yarn fell to pieces
All of them rolled away
The day that the girl in the artichoke
moved out.
She lived in the very middle of the artichoke
For seven long years!
And it was she that provided the warmth
that the artichoke needed
To beat like a drum,
like the drum of a heart
swollen with the heavy sickness of love.
All expectations were shattered.
Every single ball of yarn grew colonies of moths,
And everybody in the world felt their stomachs
Lurch forward, as though
The end of the world had happened in an instant.
Nothing happens in an instant.
Especially not the pains of childbirth
The joy of finishing something that was hard to do.
But everything happens in an instant.
The lust of a creature
Becomes love
in an instant.
Everything is small and goes away fast.
In the end, the music was all jazz, sitar, guitar
on my chest
like a breast,
they moved like
a gypsy dancer,
ready to jump into the ocean.