Rubber Band Plans, Hands to the Mirror

Directions:

Reflect
hand up,
palm up,
hand to the mirror,
satellite directing,
give it to me,
give it to you,
stop,
shine,
glow.

It is free.
An instant replay and I feel psychic
So disappointed to be so predicting
of the predictable
mood swing
Using
A person to work out your woes
Using you to work out a person

Out of the system
The vacuum system
Blowing things around
And the flowers are still fresh
Loving more than ever,
The system blew out the dust.

Haunted by the living.

In the computer era
People are dispensable,
Replaceable,
The new Boy Girl right around the corner
( Hey. Love. )
and at the Star Bucks
and the book store
Try a sample
Fall in love

Not choosing love.
Actively single.

Lover in the shower
Left the computer on
While you sit at the desk and open the mail,

Speak revenge.
Speak sugar.

Speak, Honey, why won't you speak?
"you don't want me anymore?"

No. I want the Internet girls and you,
So, shut your mouth when you are talking to me.
Let me pull your hair when you question things.
Let me put you on the wall and leave you hanging.

Honey moon period.
Begin again.
I reflect and see the past in my future,
Watermelon, honey?

You chase me down and break my phone.
I threw a cup of my-made-lemonade on your car
and you went to the all night car wash
because it was not lemonade,
really it was piss.

Reduced to animal behavior.

Compose a letter and sit waiting,
watching documentaries.
You actually like documentaries.
He misread your tone on the phone with a girlfriend
The tone was because she wanted to be alone with you and not
be on the phone so everything came out sideways.
Distorted in the cold of winter.
And that leaves one wondering in a winter wonderland,
Bird in hand,
Thousands in the bush.

It is a choice, being single.

A choice to not be left wondering what could have been.
The world blows open to deny, to say no, to yield to the whispers.
To yield at the merge
And just stop the car and GET OUT.

A silence instead of yelling.
A walk on the pavement alone in the quiet,
remembering a time when a man told you to get back
in the car.
Get back in the car.
And he chased you and took the shoes off your feet
because he gave them to you.

He yelled as he put your shoes in the trunk of his car
and you had to call your friends to come and get you
and they had to use google maps to find the Kmart you saw across the street
and you figured out how to get there barefoot without stepping on any glass.

Call back for more? Busted. Break out. Jail.
The girl sits in prison for two years and works on a craft class and a computer class
and she is happier than ever. She inspires endlessly because she has survived
an attack on her heart,
haven't we all?