Poems.

imagine all of the lines
that just don't fit into poems
they die on computer screens
and in minds
blackberry messages
love letters that never make it to the lover
they sit quietly in facebook statuses
and in cookbooks
or fade off into the headboards in motel rooms
whispered into dark skin on top of sweat-jewels
there are poems in every breath
shhh, listen closely
the rhythm you hear
in the padded steps of the tabby cat
will radio-rock our babies to sleep
and the beating, banging, bumping pulse in your neck
the tick-tick tocking of the clock
the squeal of tires
hissing teapots,
carrots boiling for soup on top of the stove
will have us dancing under glittered ceilings
in underground dance halls
where the poems never die