(2012)
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
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…
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
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