Blistered Hands

my blistered hands
have forgotten what it felt like to
reach for something that isn't
running in the opposite direction

forgive me if i doubt your love
for i have never held something
that didn't slip through my fingers
whenever i looked away

every time i wake with
a kiss on my cheek and
my heart safely in your hands

you are giving me
a break from
reaching because
you are
always
right here

TeleVision

I stand.
All eyes
fixated
on every
word falling
out my mouth.
My hands
shaking,
I hold
my heart
above my head,
colors dripping
onto my face,
marking my skin
like the sky
after a storm,
but no one ever saw
the storm.
No one will acknowledge
the colors.

In minds pictures form,
not of me,
not including me,
just pictures,
void of color.
Suddenly,
I am not the
person of interest,
but a mere
extra in their
reality tv show on
black and white televisions,
all colors
pushed back
into the grey,
into the blur,
into the background,
forced down and
I cannot make myself smaller anymore.

I step forward.
Their world cannot
handle these
pixels that have
never combined
like this before.
Another step
and new
colors surround them.
Colors never
seen before,
but now
everyone is buying
new tvs.

Haiku #8

Because I’m different.
That’s why you’re ignoring me.
That’s why you hide me.