A Recent Poem To Start Things Off


Amidst the lavish sweet nothings

and carnival of foul play, filling my pockets

and walking away

you pin me,

ask your burning question.

In the vault that shakes alone

there is a poison

stronger than any line I have fed you and worse

than any hunger you have felt.

The places I do not show.

Far from the heart, I keep you bound

in red silks and dresses. Behind thick velveteen curtains,

Tell me where you have been. Tell me

 you might love me.

I am a drop that cannot return

to the sea.