Are women sponges

or lamps with curved lights or

glimmering stickers on fast cars,

impermanent and alive with desire for

more speed, more road ahead, always

more sights where I feel different

You might be driving faster, but I’m using

my time just to have fun

Hot pink pouted lips on top of the

Christmas tree, I wanted action figures

not heroes, but we watched the small train

from so far away it looked like just a line

Holes in the bottom of my shoes,

that’s where my money should be,

holes in the wall,

that’s where my eyes should be,

holes in my soul,

that’s where you should be

Candy

Sour patch kids you

are my favorite place I

taste the sweet nectar from

the same gods you drink

from when I am happy.

When we’re apart so

is my mother from her child,

her tears are so loud I can’t

dream at night—the illusion of you

and her are all that fill my room,

and I can’t sleep here anymore though

I know it’s only temporary.