Today

I crawled between the corner of where the highway meets the air

and for a second the cars are floating on asphalt

because really, how does that even make sense?

I stared at the cigarette butts and tiny pieces of who knows what

non-biodegradable material scattered

between the blades of grass

Plastic bags dangling from dandelion brambles and bushes

holding on forever maybe

but no one knows about this place

or even cares to know

so if I stay here forever,

who's to say that every day isn't today?

Confronting Conflict

You said I was as sweet as vanilla

but only when it's straight from the bottle. 

You bit me,

your lips sewn with fleece so it did not sting.

    And why do you set the water temperature

    to steam when its ninety-two degrees and 

    the shower curtain is embarrassed by 

    its incapability to block out the sun?

You lather to rid impurities

but I've lost track of which

of the droplets skating on your skin

were tossed down from the piping stream

or had risen out of biological response.

   You're pure and your intentions reflect it,

   Though the consequence is to inadvertently craft a 

   an alluring morass of paradoxical scenes   

   left for me to untangle.

What I would give to wriggle my tiny body

into your ear, following the electric paths to arrive

inside of your mind - just a peek

The reality: a discomfort of never being able to understand.