(2014)
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
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…
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
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
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered