(2014)
every other part of something else so arranged.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i