enumerable fears.




angel stone.

when we love. let’s love against the world.
and let me in.
kiss your left shoulder top and your pillow. while you sleep next to me. i wonder.
if i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
when will the cracked sunshine and traffic highway
become what i can’t quite remember.
there’s a flight tonight. to anywhere.
and is that what i need. more than you. meeting myself.
at the gate. to meet my worst enemy.
all i can relate to is the sensation of wanting to relearn.
how to breathe. and your soft shoulder fast asleep. at ease
with all this noise. and me. holding you down pushing back. enumerable fears.

-C. Roses Lambrecht




Next time take my left arm or a $50 but not my poems. -Bukowski