(2016)
the very idea that i could be
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
bring me things to break myself upon till