I'm the queen and you're the king.
If I can't be treated as such,
I'd rather not participate
in her shenanigans.

why should I be dethrone
and take the humble status
of being last all the time?

it's not so much being last that bugs me,
but the way you treat me when I take liberties.
I know I'm seen as pushy, bossy, a know it all-ler,
my way or no way.

i am lurking in a corner of the cafe,
waiting for my sister, just three more hours to go,
and diagonally across from me there are two people.
the woman talks
and the man smiles, watches
i am compelled to think that he is in love with her
from the set of his mouth to the way he tilts his head
he hunches forward, forearms on the table
it all radiates warmth.
i hope she knows it.
they sit close and i can't tell from this alone
if they are together
but i like to think they should be.

In luster above our heads it dances
Stealing our eyes for those unblinded
Sweet greens and dark purple entrances
Expanding dimensions for the broad minded

In waves of solar storm it shakes our sky
Particulate matter excited and fast
Shine bright as solar winds pass by
Molten light from plasma at last

Zenith above us heads tipped up
In awe and amazement
We gaze in the heavens
And ignore the pavement

the long fade
...exposed....
in naked windows
and empty spaces

the crumblings
dusted away

nothing breathes

the last sounds, sent
yesterday
rattling in crates
smelling of then;
when here meant them
...and part of me

but, all did not fit
for them, not enough

now I'm alone
left with only misgivings

they,
on their way
to find what was missing