words that can’t be spoken or spelled (20170225)

i am less an open book to you
than a blank page

you write on me with your fingers
your words sink into my skin

like your teeth
and i am tattooed by your multicolor voice

you do not erase
only write over the soft, pink scars

replacing old
with new

the touch of your fingertips
like a singing water glass

Poem 20150221

with the song stuck in his head
and rain pouring from the sky
he drives his car
he turns on the radio to unstick
the song on endless loop in his head
but the radio is playing the song as well
the air in the car is like ice
to defog the window
the food in his stomach sits like ice
and he’s not sure what he ate
he drives past her house
song in his head
song on the radio
ice in his face
ice in his stomach
and wishes just this once
that she would be coming out
or just getting home
and she would see his car
and wave