I am some kind of damage today.
Some kind of disaster made for just you.

revel.

You are the light and dark side
Of the leaves on the aspen trees.
Fluttering in the wind,
You change just as often.
And it reminds me of rain
And wet streets reflecting stop lights.

I cut myself open
To crawl out of my skin.

Oh shit! There I go again.
Alacrity (I mean despondency) is clouding my sense
Of decency.
What I really want to say is that
We all have destructive tendencies.
(I keep mine in an empty 1920’s
Perfume bottle.
And like the ancient liquid
I can wear them on my sleeve).