on the side

keep eyes on her

she could see his sweat follow the trails of the pads of her fingertips

and followed it back to the night that she dug deep into his back

as he dug deep into her

she wonders if he found what he was looking for

if you find what you are looking for

do you then start looking for more?

and the clocks are ticking but she can't hear them

and when she sees them

ahem hem hemmm

cough, sneeze, cover your ears

why give into them and fall on your knees

when you can pass each day from one breath to the next

if you have nothing to loose

you have everything to get

and even more to give

and oh so much to take.

she admires her bruised thighs and wonders how they came to be

could that have been the night

that was never within her reality?

she aimlessly passes passengers passing by on the train

and wonders which one of them sees her for what she is

she smiles at everything and cries at nothing

she does things because she can and their are no bounds

her world is circular and she can circumnavigate

keep eyes on her and she will keep eyes on you

she doesn't allow herself to exist because what will that do?

It will force her to believe that there is a me 

and there is a you

and why should we be subject to such silly

rules of engagement?

a will of sorts is all she really has

because at the end of the day of the day she is no more

she doesn't take things with her and to let them rot would be a bore

and to let them go to the wrong places would be treacherous

how will people know her if they don't receive what they were meant to learn?

the creation in her imagination is all she cares to keep

and the only thing she can hope for is to categorize it properly

maybe in boxes of various sizes

stacked high in many rooms

all she wants is to know herself and how can she

if she doesn't know where to put all of the stuff she knows?