TWO POEMS

bookstore

sometimes i feel as though i want to climb inside your head

i want to shrink down like they do in "the magic schoolbus"

i want to be a class of one in your head

your head is like a small independent bookstore in new england

there are rugs on the floor and sturdy oak shelves line the walls

they are full of books, "the story of you", i run my fingers down their spines

i walk gingerly and i feel white trails of thought whipping around

i sit in a black leather chair and i feel comfortably swallowed up

i feel earnestly good

i curl up in the fetal position by the fireplace on the rug, like a happy dog

i feel like a happy dog inside your head

i walk up to the big bay windows on the far wall, they are your eyes

i look through your eyes and i see me 

i am sitting on the corner of your bed looking small

the room shudders as you kiss me

my teeth are sad

yesterday i walking down the street

eating spicy chicken wings out of a white paper bag

i saw a billboard that read "WEAR SCUBA GEAR TO SCHOOL"

i saw a man screaming at his dog  "COME ON, YOU LITTLE FUCK"

i saw graffiti that read "I HATE CAITLIN"

i felt depressed

i thought "i am afraid of myself"

i thought "i used to be a bad person"

i thought "now i think i'm even worse"

i thought "this is fucked, i feel fucked"

i went to kmart

i saw a black crew neck sweater with three wolves on it

i thought "this is sweet" and bought it

i left kmart and saw a motorcycle gang

one guy was  wearing a viking helmet

i think vikings are sweet

one guy was wearing a skeleton bodysuit

i think skeleton body suits are cool 

one guy had a helmet that looked like a dragon

dragons are scary and also very cool

they revved their engines and darted down the street

i thought "that seems good. i feel good."