(2013)
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
we are nearly always a world which almost
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
the very idea that i could be
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…