PAD 2012 - Day 6

Steady
stand, shoulder-length apart
the train moves forward.  My hands firm
in my pockets, fingering keys,
epherma, the fingernail file I keep there-
not for filing for cleaning or threatening
to stab.  Head straight, eyes closed.  I imagine
that I am already somewhere else.

PAD 2012 - Day 5

Kissing her might lead me down the rabbit hole, again.

The rabbit hole, again
a kiss...

Leading me down to a kiss

Rabbits

Holes

Again

Kiss me.

PAD 2012 - Day 3

the lake is half drained
shores dancing with seed and dirt
spring's loud announcement

PAD 2012 - Day 2

Work is an aquarium, saltwater
(so the injuries burn more)

There are jellyfish floating everywhere, billowing out
tentacles grasping at anyone foolish enough to imagine them friends.

Suited sharks eye schools of fish
everyday a lesson in navigating, survival.

I am an urchin hiding amongst the reef, prickly
use my spindles to keep the rest of the tank at bay.

Day 1

The day my mutant powers manifested at work
no one noticed, bins toppled
children continued to cry.  We kept the lines moving,
that day, like everyday; precariously balancing: security, customer
service, and wait times.  No one stopped their rush,
their rhythm, the apex of their daily grooves
to notice.  My skin hardened, eyes
flashed pain.  I almost crumbled, but didn't
determined to keep walking upright, despite: diamond skin,
glowing eyes, the new strength of my arms.