10:52am

Your sideswept accusations,
and grotesque expectations
and our broken communication,
leave me pinned --
to the ground
I am floored.
You can leave through the door.

3:03am

I am a sleeping sparrow
My blanket is my wings
And though I have the gift of song
I dare not choose to sing.

Six.

Quick to run
Quick to fall
Quick to slam against the wall
Quick to speak
Quick to shout
Quick to pour my whole self out.