Your Silence Moves Me

Your silence moves me.

Ghostly manners

Behind.

Sheets of white

Outline of bodies tied,

Together

Invisible rope forms

Nooses

Haning us out to

Dry

Misfit

Your words say
That you don’t want to love me.

But your actions betray,
And I feel misplaced today.
I know that you don’t see

Absent

Each morning stuffed & crammed in tin cars like robotic sardines,
Stepping on controls,
& turning wheels,

Steering the course of our lives,like salmon swimming upstream,
Rushing, hustling through details of time.

Soft Serve

My emotions are piling up on top of each other
Coiling like a snake into a flaky, pallid cone,
Embossed with crossed ridges that cut my tongue
With sharp slivers of wafer.