(2016)
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
the very idea that i could be
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless