New video of me performing "Rust Collector" at my friend Nick Macedo's Without Flinching Show.
Check it out here!
http://vimeo.com/channels/nickmacedo#31632023

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never settle.

bodies

Bend, but don't break

Bodies, let's keep it that way.

getting over my fear of the ocean

birds
don't always fly in flocks and
don't always fly in pairs.

NaPoWriMo 10/30*

You called me your lover

Though we never made love

we made

Bites, kisses, and teases

Cocooned ourselves into each other's touch

You were

First love

Sometimes hate

And we spiraled in between

Victim and selfish

Hanging our skins

On each other's clothing lines

Who knew

The rain would last months

Before we realized

The sun

Doesn't like to see us

Teasing each other clean

With

Scalpels, scissors, staples

Trying to quilt ourselves

Into ideal

Breaking the silk

Until

We laid

Stiff butterflies

Eyes closed tight

Biting at our half grown wings

Blaming one for the other

Until I remembered

Only the sun can dry

Wet hearts

And tired eyes

So I flew

Crooked and new

Eyes wide open

But please

Don't pardon me

I do not need apologies

Because I knew what I was doing

When I picked a lover

With broken hands

And a spine so arrogant

That

I could feel it collapse

Behind my breath

And you knew what you were doing

when you slammed fists over wings

To keep me from flying

Your flighty lover

Who loved the moon

More than she could ever love you

Sought shelter in the night

Waiting to take flight

Before the sun could rise

But fell limp

Tied by the hips to a pair

Of broken hands

We ripped each other

Limb by limb

Trying to fit

Safely into each other's arms

We were

An armless love

A strange cocoon

That broke under the sun

We loved

Less than ourselves

A torn quilt

Built to shield

Us from drowning

But I grew tired of

Holding my breath.