Natalie Bean

About me:

some days, i get lucky
i can focus and things are less shaky
and i scrape you off the pale moon
and slip you into soft shoes

you tapdance to a jazz band
on a cruise ship near an island

and your hair's up
you wear a short dress and a wide smile.
your movements are careless

it's a daydream i keep having
to make the clocks move while I'm working...

or a bad joke i can't sit through
and I smile because I feel like I have to.

but if you look under the table,
you'd see I'm playing with my knife
i'm slicing stripes into my kneecaps
and I'm struggling just to come off polite.

we could be a snapshot framed and hung like a portrait
what if that's true and I'm the only one who knows it?


-k. devine