My father sails boats

the way we were

I walked with dancers in my eyes and trumpets in my belly.
thinly sheltered by my skin
an energy that both seperated and connected me
you might have understood but I assumed you didn't .
I rubbed this assumption into my skin.
Its was an enjoyably irritation
a cozy despair
I rubbed away at my skin and then I said to myself, look how it turns red. look.

Andy took this

some of these words smell good some of them don't

Lay that here, I lat that there
It's wieght and health and breath
The word that falls in you deep well
will float with me below it
It's a story, It's a sadness
lets wait, anticipate progress
Sensation sweet, your arms will meet
I just can't help this dress
Press its sleeve, the fold will leave
if you tell me more than twice
Smell is strong, my legs are long
I'll follow you to move