sealy is more than a mattress

a year and three days ago, we technically broke up
but if anything, magnets we are -
strained hours away -
but tugging at the same
you still love me
and eye ewe
unintentionally clothing life with memories
drowning in bubbled symbols
and you spoke last night of me
running away to live with you and
my distant relative
and you don't believe
when i proclaim that fly-trap urge
but you didn't see
how i fondle and caress the keys
to the car
which can type a novel of proof
please learn to read what i can't write
please
i turn off my lamp
touch your bass pick
please
a tear running down the inside of my cheek
please

anything you can do i can do better

you deserve me
but the me of tomorrow morning
more amazing
more independent
more yours
tomorrow morning
i'll still have these oil stains on my hands
from the tire i changed today
me – changing a tire -
couldn't say that yesterday
good woman, that i am
great woman, that i will be
for one moment, i felt as if i'd accomplished something
changing a tire
but then i remembered
i had changed shirts
so i wouldn't get too dirty
with a high hung head
i become tomorrow's
girl
one day better and cleaner

ants on concrete at lunch

no sign on his chest
no hand movements what were girlie
quite handsome, in fact
and i'm caught off guard by this friend
but wildly relaxed
someone who i can relate to
he and i both think punks are sexy
punk guys, that is
and when he spoke of the
boy he loved,
nothing inside me squirmed
like i expected
like my stereotype expected
i just held him
and gave him my love theory
dear friend
am i wrong for not squirming?
i just held him
as both our hearts ached
for men

comin’ to town

don't be sad, my dancing foot
calling me the night after
i told mama in tears that i love you
it will be fine in a year
when we can grab life's joystick
and meet up in level one
i love you is too plain
how about i keep hope alive for you?
that takes more work
want to shrink
and climb inside of you
breathing me to sleep like that one knight
and i said something that summed it up -
i want to spend a christmas with you
someday, baby, someday
and to hear the i'm inspiration for you
and your music
makes my throat feel like the color orange
keep making love to your bass
and i'll do the same with my pencil
until you'll kiss me with graphite lips
and pluck my strings on new years eve

anterior-interior-it’s all the same anyways

throbbing thick brow
aching elbow from your skateboard
head against concrete when you kissed me
pulsating rush
down there
all this you can hurt
please, says my strawberry lip gloss
i love you, it says
when we're together
disoriented smiles
all this you can hurt
please
skinny boy cradled in my arms
running like heathens around the gates
our hands swinging
bugs flying in our face
smack
all this you can hurt
calloused heart
knowing i don't need you
flirty eyes, playful words
naked past
all this you may
never
no

manager

sweetheart
please surprise me
now that i'm only a song away
but who counts time like that?
i do
you with your band
me with notebooks, a winn dixie smock, and a subway cup
tears filling my eyes missing you
or it could be the onion fumes
filling my glass head
damn it – i can't tell anymore
i just
can't tell
any
one

potential

punk guys are my favorite
tossing conformity aside
dress good -
in pants that unintentionally show off their butt
makes me squirm
they make eye contact with me
good kissers, those punks
never have to argue about what to listen to
on the stereo
free like frogs
so honest
smell like skateboard
and pavement
it touches me when they cry
colored tears to match their hair
know what to look for in a girl
see that guy with the braces?
yeah -
him
he's got some punk in him
please bloom soon