(2014)
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
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.