syrup

I've been meditating
over skim milk
and hershey's chocolate syrup.
And I think I've figured it out-
when he said, "Don't worry baby. I won't fall in love with you"
what I should have said was
"Stay away from my windows."

Milk and Cheerios

you know how it goes.
the patterns, the circles,
the soggy bits at the bottom
of my heart, of my lungs,
you seem to me oversaturated,
red eyed and white teeth, its all sort of
garish and i'm not sure i like it.
further down the assembly line
droopy-eyed girls pick out your eyes,
one by one,
each of you is prepared.

Run

I ran home from your house that night,
salt-frizzed hair swinging behind me,
worn flip-flops slapping softly, a rhythm in the dark.
The dark trees cut me a wide strip of pale
grey sky, stars hanging big and close.
No headlights, no streetlights, just me
and the crickets, deafening.
I ran home from your house that night,
face to the sky, breathing coming fast now,
the cool sweetness of early September
in my lungs,
the yellow line led me all the way home.