I kiss lilies under your skin.

I bury bodies in the drums of your ears, raise them at night.

I am nothing if not honest.

If you at all monitor your language based on your audience—avoiding curse words in front of kids, using bigger words in front of your boss—you obviously care about the impression your words give people. 

Do you avoid talking about the attractive sex after your bestie’s breakup? Congratulations, friend, you’re being a decent human being.

Your friend wishes you call them Charlie instead of Charlotte. It’s just a nickname. Would you say “No, your birth certificate says Charlotte so I’m calling you Charlotte?”

Your co-worker tells you that he gets extremely uncomfortable when you clap him on the shoulder, due to a creepy uncle who did the same thing. Do you make a point to clap him on the shoulder every time you see him?

It is really not that difficult to be “politically correct.” It does not mean that you must eliminate all opinions completely, it merely means—at a basic level—that you should attempt to be aware of your audience and how your words and actions affect them. 

Indigo on bonechina,

the cupboard I close. I cook what I know -

       hushed footsteps under amber dripping voice, 

        honey on my lips to kiss you, a

         mint leaf under my tongue, a 

         tremble in my ribs as I listen to

your lungs like bellows to a fire about to

All of night within a 

cracked glass thimble,

I sucked your speech like a caramel, I

pulled taffy from the ceiling of your memory until

I’ve deciphered my path but I’m 

still an addict to the

other side, the easy side, the 

sit-and-get-sad side of base pleasure and distraction from true direction. 

Dissect the obvious and you’ll discover your own obliviousness, ignorance to

honesty. 

It doesn’t help that I am 

Alone, and in some ways humanity is a multi-cellular organism with each

body constituting one piece of the whole. I am alone but so are

my brothers, my sisters, who’ve chosen to walk this

narrow piece of the woods. 

You cannot drift or you’ll be lost to the psyche’s wilderness.

There is no thread of Ariadne to help you from the

Chaos when you fall. The point is the letting go, the disconnect, the