The buzz is in my veins,

and I'm just an uncontrolled

girl alone on stage growing

my hair out again (past my

shoulder blades) soon I'll be

back to normal.

-

The formal slap of this unwilling

girl on her fathers fifty-sixth

birthday (20 going on 1)

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Unreasonable shame, I just want

to become a solid shape (buzzing)

scream the words that make me up

through the wires (fuzzing) down my

throat - don't tell me how low to

wear my jeans - heels too high -

breasts? - I've had them sense I was

twelve (what do you want me to do

about them?)

-

Shop around a dance floor, pick out

the darkest corner and hum to the

touch of a stranger.

-

The danger of youth pours out of my

skin like sweat - I just let it slide from

curve to curve - the nerve of some

silences! Like the blue of my boyfriend

(colorless) to me but noticeable to the

rest of the world - I've curled into him

like Eve before her birth. Deep inside

the muscle of his rib cage. Don't tell me

to vacate.

-

Reiterate my warrior status - slow down the

pace of my face as it twists around the noise;

the poise of a girl (uncaring) look at me like

I'm willing to be ready (but am I ready to be

willing?) filling in the patches of threadbare

water - I can hear everything, and when I talk

you can't help but look toward the echo.

-

What is poetry? What are words? Can

I form them in space before I replace

them in my mind -

-

(Fuck your overwhelming good luck)

-

I kind of like being stuck in my situation

(from time to time) I like to rhyme,

but mostly just chime like the salty

spray off Eliot Bay - do you hear anything

that I say?

-

Just a young girl. For Real! Don't steal my

wide eyed temptation - I know what I'm doing,

and even if I don't it's my life to play with.

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My body to sway with.

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My soul to lay with.

-

My internal microphone is buzzing - dear dad

in all of his silver haired splendor who read my

chicken scratch poetry when I was ten but forgot

about the hobby sometime between his backhand

that landed me on the floor, and me running away

to right here (right now.)