5 POEMS


call for me
     from sheets or text me in the streets
      its raining i am a flying machine
  wet jeans and jameson
     barely hang on to useless hipbones
       when not against yr
I AM TENDER
 my shouted skin bleets to the sleep
 of touch me
 touch me
say things like anywhere
      i am a shell inside a shell inside a softness
       who guards me when
   i am not a leap into arms
she is a snakecharmer
     my head dances
  into the haze of new morning waht time is it
 how are you my
dear