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
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
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 keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.