(2015)
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
bring me things to break myself upon till
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden