let's be expressive

m m m monterrey
in sylvie bay
we fritter time in
apple fritter time away.

hahaha you said to me
but all i heard was "you
are not enough"

it's like a book elegantly bound but
hey honey, you've won everything
they said you would. i'm crouched
inside your windowpane and the
cuts get deeper all the time. fff
your yellow skin and your slowing
heartbeat, they slow my heartbeat
and whither my waxed over smile.
i clamor for your heightened squeals
and the corners of your mouth--
they get me down.
in a language that you can't read

stretching limbs and wandering wandering
i'm expanding perhaps. the alpine heights
were supposed to communicate the chill
and permeate the silence--but ralston
echoes in my ears even if that terrible day
happened only in utah (what would we do
about the mormons?),;',;',;'this terrible day
happens only in my head: you can have your
heart back, oh temporary fix, you were
my lazy summer day.

waterworks and sandstorms and random
words that jump into my head unbidden.

no. no se puede vivir con tanto veneno.

and it feels good to tell you things.
and remember the flow of the words
that sink sweetly out of my fingertips
the sink and swell of meaningless clicks
of a plastic watch--what am i waiting for?