(2014)
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
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