ZoeBee

I cannot write
That is called a blockage
It's also hard to speak right now and 
That is called a talkage
I wished upon a star last night
That's what I'd call hope
And then watched it burst into flame

Yes, I know your hands like roadmaps
Your eyes, banded and shadowed as Jupiter
Earth and Mars lying somewhere far behind them and my hands woven between yours
I know the slope of your shoulder like the feel of my well-worn banister

The whirl through traffic lights and stop signs
Catch signs under car carriages, flit from bumper to bumber
Emerge from cracks in black ice to dance for children straped into booster seats

I'm emotional. I'm also a woman. Just like billions of others, I am an emotional woman. I don't make good decisions. I can't stay up past 9 pm or I start crying. When someone asks me where I want to eat, it takes me hours to decide.

You will not understand me
So don't begin to try
I am if the moon was square
And fish swam in the sky

Don't try to understand me
Please do not raise my heart
It will make it that much harder when
It has to break apart

She promises to remember him once the time has ticked away
Once the lights go dark
Once the clocks have stopped
When she can't recall today
And he swears to her that her shining eyes will never leave his mind