(2014)
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead