(2013)
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.
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
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…
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
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