Post-it Note

Today I want to run away Forget goodbyes, leave without a wave I don't know where I'll go, but I'll know When I finally make it on my own   The Critic breathes down my mind My graphite does little to find A place in which I exist Seperate from all of this   My…

March

Often when I'm bored at work I'll watch a procession behind my eyes Every smile And every mistake Every tear And every triumph   It strikes me that I must be dying My whole life passing behind my eyes A slow encroaching death   Recently, that death receded a margin My whole future stretching out…

Windows Through Time

The child in the glass peers at me. His blue eyes swiveling about at the counter’s edge, eight perfect fingers gripping white. With triumphant glee he smiles neat rows of tiny pearls, laughing. I laugh too.   The boy in the glass glares back at me. Narrowed brown eyes, thin bare shoulders sporting flexed arms…