(2015)
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
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
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.