(2014)
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
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
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
we are nearly always a world which almost
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
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