Erin (Aaron)

reached into side pocket
pulled out four dollars
brown wallet
lent

lent

3 keys

lent
letter to lover
crinkled
signed in pink
and
blue
next to
what was thought
to be her
and
him

3 keys

lent

lent
brown wallet
four dollars out pushed
into side pocket
to buy
a key ring

hands.

aren't meant to be held
but instead meant to melt skin
when holding just is

interview on red light

"where did you get those earrings?"
"my friend boy."

"for what occasion?"
"new beginnings and long hopes to erase his short cummings."

"how much are they worth?"
"five thousand."

"how much are you worth?"
"five hundred today."

"how many have you had?"
"...only two..."

"how many have had you?"
"seven six five."

"how do you feel?"
"with my mouth."

Jamal (for April 27th)

Jamal told me I was the
strongest person
he had ever met,

then kissed my neck
and burned his lips
from bitter sweat
then kissed my ears
and burned his lips
from what he heard,
then kissed my thigh

knowing it would get me high,
and make me forget
those eyes that pressed brusies

above my head

on my chest

under my belly.

Those eyes I've wished dead.

Then Jamal will own them
like they all have before,

then kiss my eyes
and burn his lips
from what he will see.

she's half empty still (collab #1)

{first collab with Josie and Kyre}

her palms clenched empty then turned cold,
broken, heavily armed with a soul unsold.
The currency of life
couldn't pay her hold
college girl
knowledge bound
yet socially so-so,
so she sits in her room
with the blinds shut tight,
wondering was this the right choice
did she win?
is the price right?

Home streets would call her,
but she won't pick up
those phones tapped with bother:
school's her half full cup.

But half empty still
she gotta cope with the ills
people, politics
acknowledge it
life ain't a thrill-
her boy Jackson
gave her action
Told her Mike
was the pill:
like Neo in the Matrix
choosing red just for the thrill

now she's no longer plain Jane
seemingly turned overnight
girls hatin, dudes hawking like
"Yo check Jane, she Aight!"

But the facade is weak
without the soul to seek,
so with this pill
she cured sick satisfaction
diagnosed just a fraction
of her cup empty still.

why it's over (for April 23rd)

I would have written your name
a thousand times

my pen spat out its last drop at line eight

my paper grew impatient of my
day dreamed blisters and cramped fingers:
for your sake

guess its fate.

real (for April 22)

what I've seen
left blank spots behind
my ears and
in the whites of my eyes

so I sit out on in
an empty lot

I sink my toes
into moist top soil
to see if I could feel

this grass and dirt is real
so they say

but I can't tell