(2014)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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