"I Say, I've Got My Best Shoes On"

When I went there
I remembered
it's kind of bruised
and disheleved
most of the time

and it's always asking
thoughtful questions
and staring in the mirror
to hopefully catch
an angle
that can make it
seem beautiful

because it doesn't
know
that the layers
and the unspoken words
and the skinned knees
and the lost moments
and the fear
and the inability to move
and the unvisited places
and the unending fidgeting
are beautiful.

I said
take care
for all the breaks
here
and don't choose
pieces.

I Can't Sit Still

You whisper
to her
that you're
in love
with the rolled
sleeves of
my sweater

and the way
my eyelashes
hide behind
bent frames.

I don't hear you,
just these words
while glancing up
from nervous
application of
chapstick
and twisting
curls of
messy hair.

You tap
her shoulder to
say it's comforting
in this place,
where legs are crossed
all day

and she pretends
not to notice
because this is
the tenth time
you've thought
it out loud

and you always
abandon it
on torn pieces
of newspaper.