friction

I like the feeling
of two things that
repel each other
trying to make it
work

the wrongness of it
the brute force
the power

but when it connects
and sometimes it does
like a tidal wave
it’s there and gone

it’s fanciful, utterly
to dream about you
because I know
the magnetic force
will never work in
our favor


brand new

whisk me away for a weekend
that’s all the time we’ll need
to show me your heart is tender
for me to fall head over feet

time will slow down
as it must when we fall
I’ll pretend that I love you
in the end it means nothing at all

with your arms around me
i’ll lean into the view
16-foot walls of canvas
painted bright arctic blue

and then back to real life
the conversation is short
I’ll miss you entirely, but
you’ll always have my support

I don’t know if it’s the same for you
but you lit me up
and made me feel brand new




A van

“Look at us”
you said to me.
What does that even mean?

Do I exude the allure of friendship
or do you want to lock eyes
and fall into my comforter

I don’t know what you want
In the meantime, I float

When you told me that if
you could imagine tonight
there’d be no better company than me
Was that romantic?
Or the first brick you lay in a wall
to separate friends from lovers

Why can’t we kiss when you’re inside me
I promise I won’t fall for you
I don’t want to pretend
to climax with you

But I must.

I want to know what stirs you
what makes you cry
but if you can’t even look at me
when our bodies move together
then I don’t want you a moment longer

But I’m doing the same to you
What if we are the same
So content with loneliness that
trying isn’t worth it

roscoe

Sometimes I see it all with you
The fireworks, the lovemaking
& the pain, the sweet kind

Then there it is,
absolutely nothing

What fuels me
What lights me up
I wanna be on fire forever

What rocks me
What crashes down on me
I want to drown in your love

I’m asking for too much
I know
but if you were the one
you would ask me for it all too


Medley

I’m counting down the days now
since you last kissed me
I can’t wrap my head around
why you can’t see me for me

You come into my life unannounced
I tell myself not again
You have me feeling all the doubt
But still, I let you in

winter worryland

I used to let them touch me
after a few drinks it didn’t matter
what they said
or didn’t

Searched for meaning in fingertips
I wanted them on my cheek
they wanted pink flesh
I let them have it

Like a overripe fruit
As I got older, softer even
my exterior grew unsightly
bruised easy, unwanted

My bed is not a fucking grocery store
and I am not a piece of produce

I discontinued the process
to mollify your inability to love
like I do, which is the only way

My heart no longer aches
to drum from someone who
doesn’t want to hear my song

routine

Saturday morning
12th & Broadway
The beads of sweat from
my workout have dried away

Little cup of oats
with iced coffee and almond milk
I love mornings in New York
when my head doesn’t hurt

It’s only 11am and
I’m yearning for the now

There’s hope that slips in
when you finally feel in control
Even if I wanted to be sullen,
the morning sun won’t allow it

I like this side of me
She’s strong and relentless
She’s successful and sexy
Why do I abandon her sometimes?
Going back to shadey corners
in shadey bars, with shadey men
They fill me up but leave me feeling empty inside

Darling, please remember Saturday morning
12th & Broadway
The way you felt when
the beads of sweat from your workout
dried away.