(2014)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?