PAD 2016 16

Is it what you believe
or what believes in you?

PAD 2016 15

Late nights and early mornings
my sleep cycle is concentric
a spiral that shrinks into oblivion.

PAD 2016 14

Crashing again
I sleep now with eyes wide open.

PAD 2016 13

We loose our minds daily
trying to adjust our outlines to molds
boundless is how we're meant to be.

PAD 2016 12

Spent days chasing time
only to look back and realize
she will ask always allude me.

PAD2016 11

Because he is a man
I had to explain what it is to be a woman
how we worry about our bodies more
how we dissect the looks we receive in public places
package them, the worse gifts
we give ourselves over and over again

PAD2016 10

I am anxiety, Twitter fingers and one status update from being too exposed.

PAD 2016 9

It is easy
to allow a stranger to take my hand
trace lines in my palm that I have played with for years
for them to say "see,
we are all the same; deep lines:
we have lived, are living..."

It is easy and not frightening
how simple it is that we might be the same.

PAD 2016 8

I am all anticipation
it's how I know this is home.

PAD 2016 7b

We are about the work of twilight,
the dreams that spindle out from our fingers. 

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