(2013)
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
