She gave me her heart-

shaped box of chocolates

with Tweety Bird on the cover

and said she didn't even want to blanking

She alone out-stretches the pearl
wings of heaven about the eternal
providences and artful images
written within her miraculous

Her Heart

Her heart was a blank canvas begging for paint.

A diary with unmarked pages.

Warm and not ready for the world.

Still

Well who do you think you're fooling?
She knows what you think of her.
She hears it when you are talking
about the time that

I hope to see another day,

To make it through the fear and pain,

Harassed, called dyke, queer, and gay,

As if they hope to