(2014)
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
we are nearly always a world which almost
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
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
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
just start over not so much like anything was particularly