Wearing it well

             Insecure rapping

                                 tapping

            wrapped up in memory failed

                             Love hurt

                                         love

                      years spent sending

               badness and fear and changing

         send

         it

         away.

                      physical alteration

                             I share

                with sight, with extra

                                    say I am not

                       perfect you say

             That I wear me.

                                Well.

Valentine’s Day

It is interesting to sleep

as peacefully as I have

even though the space between my sheets

has grown.

I wrap myself up in green and drift off

not wondering who you are holding,

knowing whoever you hold

will not be embraced by any truth.

It is curious to sleep so comfortably

knowing how many lies crossed your lips,

like my body and soul knew before brain

that this wasn’t true  –

As if finally I have been released from a love

that was love to me

and none to you.