Incorporated (Lydia Tomkiw)

Pretty Something

Because it was tomorrow Andi I was exclusive, Because it was forbidden and No one was looking Because you are not like me Because it was hopeless I turned my face towards yours and let out you color my skin Because it was tawdry And we were both tipsy Because of some lightning that Came from a planet Because it felt church-like Safe and with promise I turned my face toward you and you colored my skin

Outside there was air wanting all of our beath Violence was waiting, wanting a death. And some mixed-up night birds sang Wanting sanity, and we sang along.

Because you were laughing and Nervously shaking Because you began whistling and I got scared of your being. Your turned your face toward mine and I put something askew.

Because we were lazy, but not really, Because there were bills to pay But we didn't care, Because we knew a joke we couldn't remember We turned our faces to one another And exploded the night

Sometimes...

Sometimes, there is love, and sometimes there is night-time Kissing you on the cheek, like it wants something Sinful you know and you can't give. Sometimes there are cartoons, which delight you, And sometimes the radio is silent, giving you too much time to think.

Sometimes, beauty is funny and you find it In tricky places: In childern making mud pies off the curb on Ave. B, Or you find it in a name of a dog or a restaurant called A Dish of Salt. Or you find it n a magical night, in a corner, And the world is in a slumber so there's no one to share it with.

Soemtimes you want to talk, but there's no one to listen, So you make a list of the things you want to say, But your mouth never opensand it's as if You never had a thought at all. Sometimes there is a quiet calmness that makes you nervous.

Sometimes, things are heinous and torture us to tears And we want everything we could possibly imagine, And we want it to be glowing and pretty, But we settle for something that Might shine bright in years to come.