scatter the pills like words
disjointed 'round my head;
toss them, mix them, flutter
like dollar bills instead.
straighten out the margins,
as they try to curve away,
i cannot fill the pages,
though i have far too much to say.
i see you standing there,
like i've dreamt of you before,
when you stood inside the mirror,
when you leaned against the door.
take off your hooded sweatshirt,
take the patch off of your eye,
take despair out of my heart,
take me back to the sky.
i try to draw a spiral--
all that comes is a straight line;
i see you looking back at me--
all you are is mine.