(2014)
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
we are nearly always a world which almost
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
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
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.