Your eyes--
Such shallow, pure pools
That you want to drown
In bitter black oceans,
Ringed in sallow
Purple shores.

You are beautiful.
You sit around pulling
Illusory skin
Into blubber

i am the empress of procrastination
the godess of missing things
keys coupons pieces of lint
houses
my heart
something else i still don't know i left behind
i should search for them