(2015)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me