When She Shouts

Tell me why it wraps around you

and drapes down by your feet,

dripping… Dripping

all across the floor.

Every time you throw it on

the same empty, hollow rage,

the same anger,

I can only try my best to bare it.

But that outfit looks good on you.


The Last Morning

So this is it,

The end of the beach.

Well you know

The sand’s a lot softer than I thought it’d be.


When I turn around

I know that you’ll be gone;

But for now

can we sit awhile,

And stare into the ocean waves

Just long enough to see the sun set

And disappear behind the trees