(2014)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
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
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
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
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
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