You call it a foreign substance
As if it weren’t running in this blood call your own
And you see it glittering across the earth
But not in the shadows of your own backyard
But can you remember
When they sold you those fears to wear as your own?
Can hardly blame you–I’ve slurped up their sweet talk myself
(But it could never wash out this blood)
If you want to make
A border seem meaningless
Try standing on it
You said we’re breaking rules
But we say we’re breaking rulers
That say we’ll never measure up
As if our Queen size weren’t enough
And if you catch a splinter
Best of wishes from yours truly
But we’re out of line
The line’s been cut
It’s time we got unruly
Hope you never think
The one way to get ahead
Is by holding still
I think you mistook being delicate for being sensitive,
But I didn’t want to be tiptoed upon like eggshells.
I wanted to be embraced.
And sometimes time flies
like a hummingbird
beating like mad
just to hover in place
Yes time flies—
and time fleas
like the sugar in its blood
til it’s drained to vacant saltiness
You were my rock, in that I felt you poking around between my toes longer than I could ignore, so I had to take you out.
You were my rock that I kept kicking down the road, until I got bored.
You were my rock, in that I was silly enough to think I could just paint a smiling face on you and call you my pet.
You were my rock, and I wanted a collection.
You were my rock, in that I looked at you and saw the work of art you would be once I chipped away the extra parts.
You were my rock, but I wasn’t much of a sculptor.