Emotional Diet

Just because
I fall down hard
and seem to be okay
going away into the quiet
to protect my scraped dignity
doesn't mean that
you shouldn't show me
how much you love me --
doesn't mean that
you should teach me a lesson
by putting me on some
fatal emotional diet

Waiting Room

Please keep me posted
Lovers don't wait for answers
Eight hours passed by

Kite

The kite flies too low
Pull harder to lift it up
Or -- just let it snap

Weekend

Friday feels unsure
Saturday a voice cries out
Sunday you are gone

Quiet

This silent morning
What are you not telling me
A gentle spiral

Pulse

Intense lonliness
Vibrating into heartache
Like a deadly pulse

Round Two

The sickness returns
Raping my immunities
My strong health cowers