UNTITLED 5.22.06

untitled 5.22.06

23.5.06

dear---

sometimes i draw this line
and i still don’t see it yet

i jump over it precariously
while leaving no footprints
in the sand

you cannot find grains ephemerally
you will not find time burned
into future glass

please just let me know you
vicariously

please just let me catch sweet somethings
in my hand



with love,

copyright JANEisnotplain 5/06

THISISYOUR-

thisyourour-

dear r,


this-
arrangement

this-
formation

this-
commitment

your –
agreement

your-
employment

your-
subjugation

his-
foundation

his-
governance

his-
involvement

our-
acquaintence

our-
attraction

our-
passion


this-
position

this-
appointment

this-


this really is too crowded.

love,

JANEisnotplain 3.04

on this polyamorous triangle i found myself in.

I KNOW WHY

I KNOW WHY



i know why you stay(ed)

not because you want(ed) to
but because there is/was this tug
of words not said
and love that was never given
to people not noticed but starved
in the hands of those
who didn’t deserve it
gorging themselves on something
except your kisses which
should not have been wasted
on turned, blushing cheeks

you stay(ed) because

you ache(d) to know that
you are needed for
hands, thoughts, desires
slipping into hearts and feelings
and the want in the middle of the nite
for the push, the pull
beneath sheets, between legs
that tells you that
you are loved

and yes,
i stay because
i know you

i am in love with you

copyright JANE’05

dear r 11.07

dear r,

i know i can make it through work without you. i know i am strong enough.
i know i can make it through life without you. but it would just be me breathing, waiting.
i don’t need you to keep my vitals going. i’ve made it this far.
but i really do need you for everything else, and, honestly,
i don’t think i could really live without you.
i know i can breathe alone
but to truly live, i know i cant.
i need you.

i love you.

JANEisnotplain 11.07



on the Macau news

DEAR R PROJECT 7.07

dear r,

i love the sounds
your breath makes as
vowels emerge from
under the bridge raising

[suspicion]
[volumes]
[stakes]

we make shapes
with our fingers
your hands found something
mine

i cant believe
this is where i am
i told myself i wouldn’t
be

i am proud of my barriers
and your strength
against them or through them
far enough in to
get a good picture

this love is a risk
who should move first?

your hands find something
mine
we are both here.

love,

JANEisnotplain 7.07

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