pica_pica

I don't mean this:

at the bus stop on tuesday,
I picked up your lunch box.

It had a picture of Eric Estrada on it.
and I went home to bleach my teeth.

i was virginal once,
once.

and the blade of your
shaft of knowledge
split my wide
eyed
love.

The eyelids of my recluse
Were nothing but shades
Upon the reality of your blades.

the way you look at me,
sharpens this blade.
the words you say to me,
i would never say.

and the blood that now flows from me,
as the words you'll never hear,
is the love that I feel for you,
and now something -- you'll never fear.