(2014)
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
the very idea that i could be
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what