(2014)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate