Sand in Your Shoes

i can’t look you 

in the eyes 

today

i’m slipping through the space

i can’t hear you 

through the air

don’t say

you recognize my face

‘cause i am fishbowl

and you are hammer

don’t try to hold my hand

i am grain

and you are ocean

don’t try to understand

i can’t taste you

on my tongue

of late

i’m chokin’ on the bright and blue

i can’t reach you

empty hands

still shake

sweaty like i never met you

‘cause i am fine print

and you are hindsight

don’t try to see my side

i am 8 1/2 by 11

you are Mariana Trench 

don’t try to fit inside 

(sometimes i think 

“concur” and “conquer”

sound so similar

‘cause the easiest way

to defeat someone is 

to make them think

you’re on their side)

what occurred when you concurred: 

my world obscured 

the stars insinuated

and i inferred

from dark deliberated

that maybe there is depth to this...somewhere

so i wander blind

uncover my ears

breathing slow

and feel my way 

through the fear

‘cause i am shell

and you are perfect storm

your song I, in silence, find

i am corner

and you are cleaner

taking the time

(and i almost don't mind)