(2013)
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use