My subconscious is trying to be a poet.

C is for craving

Gravity fills our breaths.

-written on the side of a building in my dream

A chance of rain

This weather reminds me

of Cape May in June,

two years ago,

when it rained for a month straight.
The skeletons of sea creatures

still take up space

in the trunk of my Chevy.

I collected as many as my greedy hands (and feet)

could carry, as if I had found

hidden treasure at Higbee Beach.

But I lost you,

that small thing

I couldn't manage to hold onto.

Notches (03/15/2011)

I need to put

some more digits

between us.

Days, area codes,

men. But

I've already run out

of fingers

to count.

Arrangements of illusionary space on a 2 dimensional plane (03/1/ 2011)

I can't think of a worse

insult than:

darling,

you have no depth.