wonder woman

stars and stripes and
quantum leaps and
video tapes and
eyes to wipe
but no more eyes, that's why

i miss her, i miss
having days to save
and my little miss america wave
and proving a point
with more than just barrettes and tiny stars

and this is the heroine i choose
when i move inside the laws of natural selection
and maybe i should buy back the jingle--but
my wrists are the last things that need protection
and there’s really not a lot to lose

vomiting in slow motion

we were blowing bubbles just yesterday, i promise
when we had to play games to find each other and it seemed so possible
but trying not to look is just another way of looking and blankets
feel so thin when it’s almost warm enough

lucky hunting/ill shipping

all the horses are pretty
and when seaworthy winds blow clockwise
i would love to be your friend