Ice Cream Social

I watch from a parallel universe.
Time moves faster here.
Somebody ELSE,
Somebody,
Has taken over my body.

She stumbles with her words,
Laughs at her mistake,
Makes a joke about the scene,
And in that joke, botches a phrase yet again.

God it's tedious.

There she goes.
Pulling at her neck,
As if by one last tug some dark cloud might lift
And equilibrium - lost one star-crossed summer's day years past,

 Would fly to meet her begging hand
And hold her like a babe.

But no.

So dig a little deeper, then!
Pick at scars to mine a way out of the wound.
What never works,
Will surely work.

This time.

Let Me At It

Just let me at the world,
Let me at it.
I'll - I'll -
Washing machine, tumble backwards.
Pull holes in sweaters
And cling to dirty socks.
Hold tight to the same fear,
Paralyzed in the oncoming flow.

Or, what if.

Well Wishes

One hundred well-wishes.
They fly like embers in the night,
And spark a temporary comfort,
But no warmth of fire will they light.

Strange memories I have,
Of these hundred wishes told,
Lighting on the cold brass bars,
Tumbling softly inward to your hold.

Fire! Fire!
Be like us! We boldly cheer,
and wonder,
Why does the creature cower, gripped with fear?

And yet you tense your back,
and beat your wings against each dying spark.
We cannot say how things went so wrong,
We only wished to warm your heart.

Well He Wasn't. Listen To Your Gut, Folks.

If I tell you I love you...
A knot pulls up in my stomach.
A bright red flag, screaming at me to turn and run.

If I tell you I love you...
I cut the last safety rope.
And I'll free-fall - bloody free-fall.

And I guess at the core of it, I'm just afraid...

... That you might not be there to catch me.