night sounds

the little sounds at night 

echo in my ears 

taunting me making me

second guess why it

is i am trying to go to sleep

anyway.

drip drip- drain leaky under the sink

rattle rustle- rabbit chewing on her cage

creak squeak- floorboards give way to downstairs neighbor's feet.

at times...

- I wonder if weird stuff like this happens to other people.

untitled

wind sweeps past my face 

I catch you
sitting across from me on the porch.

tangled up in your own thoughts-
they seem detached and simple
like the dead leaves getting carried around by the same wind.

soon it will be fall and we will still sit out here and
I will try to behold you.

search for you beyond
the way you graze the back of my neck with your lips,
push on my hips.

But somehow-
I can still feel that brush of chilly wind
and a question too deep for you to answer.

even on the longest of porch-sitting days
and me watching, trying to find where you are.

here's something...

 maybe there's a chance that this tidbit of advice is glaringly obvious, you decide:

  ** Be Honest. With yourself. With people.**