i.c.u.

i.c.u.


dear r,


i see
you see
me
clearly

look-
i see you
clearly
understand
me

even with
the lens in between

love,

copyright JANEisnotplain 3.07

a letter to





i said the word “soul.” but what i really meant was “empty.” we’re not so alone. love. because we over-medicate. and dance in circles around our fears.

what are you most afraid of? dying? falling? your own poorly molded definition. of what it really means to be alone?

what does it mean anyway? waking up every day to filtered sunlight. falling asleep to the tune of hating. everything because it failed you.

or did you fail yourself. and what do the cracks in the mirror suggest? a flaw in the design? but which design? the one you made for yourself? or the one created for the sake of structure?

structure. has never been your strong suit. or else you would have been an architect. not a painter or poet.

foundations crumble. under the weight of a. kiss and tell by the bathroom mirror. but what does it really mean? the morning after when held to the light?




copyright JANEisnotplain 12.06

DEAR R PROJECT: EYE SPEAK

5/2/07

eye speak



dear r,

sometimes words are not sufficient
vowels are too heavy
syllables are a hassle

you look into my eyes and
in the silence that envelopes the exchange
the slight change in atmosphere is
simply understood.


copyright JANEisnotplain

DEAR R PROJECT: I WANT

i want

dear r,

i want to lick the sunshine from your arms
while drinking a glass of sun with
artificial sweetener swirls
inside of my mixing emotions

i want to smile the way you do
with tints of golden yellow daisy petals
that water glide on belief, love, hope, serenity
and stick to reflections of eye

i want to walk in dry sandals
when the earth rotates its tears
skipping over the details and heading straight
to hopscotch drawings of chalk hearts

but i falter with every other step
forgetting how to tie my shoelaces
tripping on sidewalks covered in thorns
each cut bleeding me one more step
closer to illumination?


copyright JANEisnotplain 4.07


on discussing rhonda byrne's THE SECRET

DEAR R PROJECT: 1.22.07

dear r,

i want to graph so precisely
the topography of every word that
pours from your sleepy eyes
all the curves, dips, peaks that
form the geography of everything
you were, are, and plan to be

love,

copyright JANEisnotplain 1.22.07



dear r,

behind every friday/saturday nite
there is me waiting for you and
you waiting for me and us waiting
for {sun}day to hurry and take over
so that waiting turns into
seeing, smelling, tasting, feeling
and into wishing {sun}day would
stay longer

love,

copyright JANEisnotplain 1.22.07

DEAR R PROJECT: 1.20.06

1.20.07

dear r,

when you laugh your eyes turn into
two commas that demand pauses
from my four chambers that
feed every vein, artery, capillary that
travels through my chest, arm, wrist and
diffuses into your wrist arm, chest until
everything zooms back in a rush
to my head so fast that i feel
faint in the eyes of love


love,

copyright JANEisnotplain 1.20.07

DEAR R PROJECT: 12.24.06

12.24.06

dear r,

i found between the sheets./ an emotion so deep. /uncovered. / drawn out like a prize winning sketch./ with perfectly sculpted hands./ holding back years worth of doubt. / this barrier unknowingly broken. /and as the pieces fell to the floor. /. /. i moaned