you even collected barf bags

your glass lips maybe I could kiss drop of honey water

you sat on the frog trap and now no one will let you near the pond to see the lilies

the guy in shorts he went the other way the shorter path without the mud

I can only hope I have enough flour to last me until midnight

like points of stars to God

take care of star kiss for me while I'm away and take care of all the baby dinosaurs

none of us particularly know what they eat so please do your best

make myself a muffin tin

mister don't touch the spare key it enjambs the world and if you ever take it away from me I will give your head a whack from this ruled stick

anonymous lime jello cubes made me late

how to say hello to seagulls

all I have to do is stop at the bank, call my taxi, drop off rent at Dan's, eat dinner, go with Nick to homegroup, then shine time

the slipknot of the rush hour whore

first day of my freedom vacation

did I learn it from the Italian sausage at Caron?

the reason not to have a car is that I could taste it

why I like the word bitter so much

my stewed fruit breath

nor do I have time to be your fetish girl, little boy

I keep the smell of old lovers rustling around in my nostrils

I feel competent

I was thinking about that the other day

I have a window seat

I don't have a newspaper

I'll be human enough to make the mistake of too much luggage or makeup or gender issues

a stint in my spleen to help it beat like cardiac muscle

pretzels with cream cheese are extremely delicious

my face in a notebook is not so interested

I do not have air platinum status

but I do have to pee before boarding

let me take this opportunity to morning around

not to take the raft out of your mouth

you thinking it is warm sleep gum

no one expects me to get better

to find a husband but that is exactly what I plan to do

such a compliment made me smile deep in the back of my head

one kid smelled like tomato juice sitting next to me on the plane

the back of the ride nothing special no secret compartments no surprise characters or rice paddies

no lunches no esplanades no explanations no Rilke no silk no more four letter words that mean hot or gay no things not meaning what they mean

no one else telling me about how their parents are splitting up

the demon pent up groin need always hungering

hankering up my shirtsleeves to be petted

skitter the sleeves of my shirt with your heart and never let me catch you

you are a cool chameleon and I don't believe your colors

the real you is not a lizard at all but a bat

what occasion caused you to strike

don't you dare come back with a tan

your knee and throat are throbbing but not in unison

in the polka-dot linen red on green olive shirts lighting cigars on the plane the seats so high I cannot see anyone's bad teeth