BFF

1...2...3...4...
you began to count.
I roved with my eyes,
saw it, and ran.

11...12...13...14...
I collapsed myself
into the dark crevasse,
giggling, waiting.

19...20...21...22...
the anticipation built.
I knew you'd find me;
you always did.

38...39...40...41...
How long would it take?
It was a good spot,
but you knew, you must have known.

47...48...49...50...
Breathless silence, I sat still,
heard receding footsteps.
But you never came.

Enough Already

A haze of brown glass
muffles the mountains as they pass
from view.

I don't smell or hear
for I am in and they are there
outside.

Lining the track's edge
letting it fall over the ledge,
dark, rank.

Not caring, yet seen;
genitals hanging out, unclean,
these men.

Don't tell me, don't say,
save the tale for another day,
alright?

There's too much on me,
crushing faith, feelings, can't you see,
it weighs.

Your pain and your life,
one more in the story of strife,
would ache.

So, I'll stay here still;
you, me, and the wall windowsill,
cut off.