August 18, 2014

'o sole mio


push people away.

catapult them like rockets
or nudge an inch at a time.

you called me houdini
two times!

the disappearing girl

one time 
you stood at the threshold of your door
where it was just dark enough
to hide your eyes.

you mumbled
quantifying degrees 
of my 

...

detachedness.

i often feel myself trembling
in your hands 

unable to

rest.