(2014)
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
the very idea that i could be
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
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