(2013)
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,
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
bring me things to break myself upon till
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
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…