you’re not here and i’m hating

strings of disappointed promises cut off this
circulation
and i crawl into my paper house that doesn't
feel so unfamiliar tonight
what was it?  24 hours ago
i'm despising this devotion
screwed a day waiting
waiting
can you see these chewed nails
shaved legs
scented skin
i've invested too much in one place
not paying off anymore
you don't put down yours
and i'll pick up mine

refund

where's the off switch to this ravenous control
we drive each other crazy
and these what's wrong sagas
are shaped like loops
i could take a trip to the other side
of jupiter alone
just by using the frequent fighter miles
i've accumulated
too much is in you
and this isn't fitting
i'm looking for my receipt

christmas journal to inspire change…

i’m not ready to write in that one yet
pretty silver leaves blinking disbelief
against black background that seems distant
thoughtful gift for an unprepared owner
blank pages better off with white possibilities
potential
grace
better off than with disappointing words
married to unoriginal phrases
fresh pencil is good enough for now
the empty book looks nice on my shelf