I see our names on checks in black… an address peers below a simple home of warmth and light that everyone would know. I wonder—

Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet. Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. A child I would dip my hands

You are a storm A fire A shatter in the dark Ripples on the surface Crack

It has been said that you should Dance like no one’s watching— I always dance like you are Seeing me Across the room

such a vicious cycle monster mashing in my face sleep deprived and bleary eyed my mind knows not the taste of understanding calculus

Poetry is a fight. We slam the words with our fisted… shouting the counterrevolutionary,… to hook your faces into shock Go to places where time no longer…

I drag a metaphor too far into the dirt to pick up sticks and worms around the little trees little trees

I guess it was you all along. Why did I have to see it so late? No wonder I have glasses. Get some for my heart, too Preferably with bifocals.