(2016)
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
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
we are nearly always a world which almost
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
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
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me