I set myself

In black, in white

In blood, in ink

In blots, my life

stuck

These rusted wheels

My spinning heels

My one, two, three

All Faustian deals

tangled

What’s found and lost

I’ve kept and tossed

This tempest girl

And a thousand thoughts

Muffled

My tongue is tired

yet still the words swirl

around things left unsaid

under papers and pearls

Overwhelmed

When rooms are small

and brimming with noise,

I feel it pressing in.

Filling my lungs

and stealing my poise,

the smiles stain my skin.

89. Inevitable

I knew you’d smile

I knew you’d laugh

I knew I’d lose

my heart in half

88. Wrinkle

I walked my ways

through happy days

No troubles knew

Till I met you