Lilsisterfriend

is this the real thing? magma in the volcano waiting for the tremors of our world shifting She was flirty  disaster has that appeal lachesis- I worship freely  the idea of just surviving I unwrap her like  a sweet, to melt in my mouth and rot  my teeth to the root shoot,   but it was worth it

 Enticing bumblebees  to dip and swing around my shiny pop can  our yearly dance with  make-believe dangers this summer I will inflate  a tiny pool on the back patio hold tiny arms   laugh along with         tiny laughter I will watch the grass  as it sneaks up from it's winter slumber and  careens merrily close to the sun.  Let's put on fake tattoos   play shadow puppets on the wall  and put a lot more photographs in our memory book

 I wasn't aware I hated her until she touched me. The feel of her skin against mine, even for the most brief of moments, sparked a brutality. I felt like I was breathing in ashes and exhailing ground glass.  "I have to go." I told him and made my way for the door before I hurt her.I knew it wouldn't be long before I gave in. I considered what I had to lose and wondered if it would really matter. "Are you sure? We only just set the table and Regina made some flawless crabcakes." Of course she did. Regina would probably be an epert pianist, chef, hostess. A model citizen and charitable wife. Who else would invite the single friend? Only the f

 Roving the city in the dark  like walking on the moon car headlights   shooting at us like comets  as we look for ourselves   You are glowing, cousin I watch as we change  and separate enough for me to find    I still exist without you  Congrats- you're a mother I can't wait until I can see  why you are so lovely now but I'll hold your hand  no matter what

 Wisteria and Lilac hysteria has my back  as I tumble though the foliage and laugh like the fall of Rome  Today was not good for bad people   and any second could be the defeat  of sadness, my church and steeple   our palms made love in the street  the length is trivial    I won't stand for the cynical   when every conversation      eradicates my hesitation    more than any help of the clinical     our kisses are a sunrise       the heat surpassing the    drought of the day       and I drink in the happiness     a wine we share with lover's eyes