rising senior

have a great summer
he loves her yearbook picture
he would wear it out

that old house we lived in

one house I lived in
the hallways were long and dark
I thought there were ghosts

sweet bouquet

she was delicate
and dried out from wrong-doings
she would have to grow

water and whales

feeling that sea breeze
she called to the whales
they would heal her wounds

her development

I don't know her street
all the houses have red doors
but that can't fool me

that day in the field

that field made him smile
but then he remembered it
a day of regret

let's do this thing

humiliated
they both felt strange and quiet
nude color panties

bare brained

please god look at me
just think about me naked
for a small moment

beached human

so he opened up
into the cool clear water
the whale knew nothing

green pants

blue niagra falls
you wore those green pants I hate
that's why it's over

papercut

comfort the sailor
it's not that bad anyway
so you will be fine

far away

will you remember
when we knew each other nude
damp warm false moments

blinding son

can you feel the sun
a pocket in her breastbone
warmth that suffocates

midnight and white fur

strands of hot rabbit
fast cold steel smearing red flesh
momentary twitch

hairless cat

jealous of his meal
eager to ingest its fur
hungry soft bald skin

grey fur

soft but cumbersome
she knew their weight meant something
hot mouths full of teeth