For S

for s
March 21 2006 at 9:02 AM s


rachel lays
sleeping next to me
as i click tiny mac keys

she sleeps in her black jacket
hood up
the weak gray light fighting
march drizzle

my shoulders still smile
from the secrets your lips whispered

i think they want to tell me
but cannot be bothered
with words


aching inside
i cut old wounds
new
to feel their new smile

im using black house paint
and a kitchen spatula

waiting is the hardest part

i looked at it, black with white corner
and just wanted to leave
it

its dangerous to be long
in my hands