(2014)
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
we are nearly always a world which almost
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
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