two poems

//Sad Girl//

Sad girl does a good job cleaning up
Shutting away her sorrow in her cabinet brain.
It is collecting slowly behind her eyes
Dripping back and forth between her ears everytime she tilts her head
to listen to your stupid jokes
while you are mesmerized by the dangling bluebird earrings
that try to take flight when she laughs

she laughs
and her shoulders curve up
Her body is a bowl holding sadness that she struggles not to spill
onto everything she needs.
all her papers and books
the ink drawings from a man she works with
the sad poems that she eats for dinner
and the long list of things that broke her heart.

//Train//

I would like to hop the train that runs through biltmore village
And leave behind all the beauty gurus yammering at me through a screen
And the fifteen minute workout for the perfect butt
And the aisles upon aisles of the ideal vitamin
And the shelves of books on how to stop being sad
And I would like to sleep on a hard metal engine room floor, 

next to some burlap bags of carcinogens
and dirty ashy puddles of rain water

that offer nothing to me whatsoever.