(2015)
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
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
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
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
the very idea that i could be
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.