Check into the room
promptly throw your key away,
swallow all your pride
before asking for free toiletries,
hand-outs and needles
in the alley-way.
Bagels by the door
for the curious passerbyer,
expired cream cheese spread thin
part of an independence preamble.
Hand over your heart,
one foot yours one mine;
step into the light,
color outside the lines.
Strolling through the yard,
knives smuggled up sleeves
and daisies scaring daffodils,
lack of regulation killing bees
and tattoos of morning after pills.
Chameleon culture changing colors,
pack of smokes on the curb
lazily burning into ashes,
black spots in the snow.
Gum stuck to your shoe,
the mouse is a metaphor
cheese at the end of the maze,
hubris on the cutting board;
bandit’s bandy showing cards,
solder soldiers to a doily;
fold because you’re on fire,
fold because you’re origami.
I Was Eros Once
"I stuffed my throat,
eyes,
and pockets full of roses.
I tied myself up with heartstrings.
I set myself on fire."
-Nick Dunn
Written for free-verse poetry maven 
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