Sitting on Stones with Boys
There's something about stones
that raise you above the dirt
set you climbing like bougainvillea
when you're seen with a boy
There's something cold about stones
that needs to be warmed by body heat
With the right boy, it softens like a necking couch
your heart shimmering in opalescence
Stone
Kill two birds with one stone
the saying goes
but why stone a bird
in the first place
why skin a cat
or shatter a window
or ripple a pond
why not paint the rock
place it under a tree
for the downtrodden
use it as a paperweight
a heart that needs to be
softened by love
A Stone-Cold World
You propose a world
made of stone
teeth biting into grit
instead of bread
no table, no chair
for everyone
but stones to trip
those who are prone
to stumble and fall
stones thrown against
those who don't fit
your demographics
knives in your mouth
used to kill
not to share
the American dream
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