i tried to edit this down, and i'm not completely satisfied. i think it is missing something.
turn it to something
take it and hide it behind your smiling teeth
like a piece of gum
casually moved out of my view
a scene is set
the feather is perched
oh-so-precariously on the edge of the table
poised to pounce
the marbles leaping on the hard floor
(my heart jumps a little at the thought
the reverberations of arrythmia
felt in earlobes
the fingers search for an occupation)
again, the color rises in me
there is a frenzy stirring below this surface
and all you can do is grin and watch the fallout
this is a short little something that filled up the margin of the page. it's sassy. maybe i will continue on with this at a later date.
you move like a man i used to sleep with.
he could not handle
the love that i sectioned off
and spoon fed him.