(2014)
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
bring me things to break myself upon till
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
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
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
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