couple-a old poems

Jan 8, 07
The swift elbow movement routinely grazes the humidified mirror
as quickly as a hand and it's five digits can wave goodbye,
steam encompassing the room spreads itself swiftly across the void.
an ill fitting puzzle piece.
my structure appears normal,
My face bare of its usual mask.
This is the room I truly find myself.
I am the only one who's seen me completely stripped of all removable filth.
I'm entirely new to every embrace, touch, kiss, grasp.
Day to day, I awake & wash the residue of care, love,
& dead skin cells from my outer shell again.
Only to collect more sincere residue the next day
to be washed and pulled from my body.
I wish I could collect all the love my skin receives each day, and put it in a box.
For when I'm feeling lonely,
I can unlatch the hitch & open up to all the physical care I've been graced with.

Feb 4th 07
Double the number of people on earth
& you wouldn't come close to the number of snowflakes
falling beside me, on me, encompassing my entire field of vision.
This feels secure and familiar,
feels like someone is holding my hand.
There are caverns of my heart I have yet to discover.
This song, this road, the fact I am alone.
traveling, I feel like I can accomplish something.
something unquestionably strange is taking place
and i feel so safe.
I feel as if i am almost living this moment
through someone else's eyes.
I am seeing everything differently.
perhaps the flowers atop the television
are dispersing molecules of relief.
and they're finally coming to my senses.