talker you are
grinding my nerves
down into
finefine salt

and i can
wash you away
with water

i am hiding
under my musings
and i am still tired,
but the panel is on
at nine:thirty
and i want to watch it.
if they mention the hsc
i will throw my shoe
at the television

rain, rain
stay tonight
and if you don't
then i can't write.

oh, my head.
i have thought
...
about meeting you again
and
i
am
scared.

i will feel
the world spinning
on its axis
as soon as i see
you.
and i don't want to

i don't know what
you're expecting of me,
but i don't like it
not one bit.

i should care less,
i should contain myself,
i should find
my pillow.

i was never
under your wing
so i'm terrified
of flying.

maybe i was flying
all this time.