between coming out and going in

Plums are called prunes in French
and prunes are made of plums
and just like everything gets lost
in translations, in transitions,
I have lost myself again.

baby blues

smoking newports by the pool,
we felt so grown but were barely babies,
with boys in bands, small apartments, and
keg stands waiting for us.
but the real joys of life
were right here, between the 
chemical mint smoke and
chlorinated sweat and us and
the saddest moments of my life
were the years of silence between us.

girlie grapes and carbon dates

Do you ever eat grapes high,
zooted out your brain,
popping sweet, juicy globes
in your teeth
and think-
It's all the same stuff,
from grapes to eyeballs to girls,
and the girls smells just as sweet,
taste just as good?
Even if they lay in the sun and get golden
or when they are cold from the rain?
Then, do you lick your sticky, dripping fingers
just wishing the carbon atoms would reorganize
just this once, from
grape to girl?
Have you ever felt that way?
Please tell me you've felt that way,
so I am not alone.