Month: February 2012

you know i’m not the type to walk around in matching shirts

(i am, however, the type to walk around in complementary shirts)
right now i am at school in your jacket
with your bandanna (which until about seven this morning
was on your head) tied about my hair which is like yours
and you are at work with my headscarf (which until about six this morning
was on my head) tied about your hair which is like mine
i can smell your hair which means my hair smells a little like your hair right now and
that makes us twins and i know that’s totally lame and everything
but it makes me happy

hold the line

there is somewhere a softer you
of cotton blankets and sentimental shit
tucked inside the sleeves of a hipster sweater;
i know it’s there (i have been peeking
between your buttonholes) but
you would rather cut me or make me itch
with your tags, you prefer shrinking
as i wash you in love growing cold (to conserve energy)
to warming me with all the wool
clouding my vision. i thought we were
matched– i myself am worn jeans–
but you want that funky dress in the window
to cover with your folds,
and my zipper’s stuck on the fence
where you placed me to wait.