Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Bodies

When we were bodies
and our liquid selves,
we dribbled down into
all the crevices
we could find, 

seeing, feeding, dreaming
of new darks to make light,
of new sunsets to make night.

When we were bodies
and our molten shapes,
we rose from underground
to embrace the air,

sensing, needing, forcing
each molecule to flow,
each new memory be known.

Our bodies,
former selves,
cooled, hardened, heavy,
now our shells.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

goodbye mr. saturn

goodbye mr. saturn
because it's time for
you to recede into the
distance as my dawn,
more likely morning,
(or morbidly, twilight)
recedes into mid-day.

Elegy Seven

A fizzled memory of

the un-comfortable silence
on the phone,

I'd built a cage around
my denial of you
and put myself in it,

since it felt safer.

I avoided your eyes,
avoided you.

You probably deserved better from me.

If it's any consolation,
a ghost haunts my brain
with visions of how I might
have saved you, and wonders aloud
"good god I hope she wasn't alone,"
afraid that you could have been.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Found things

"I was being put under for a wisdom tooth extraction a few years back, and it was the first time i've ever had anesthesia. They used injection method rather than gas, so they told me to watch the fluids going in so i could gauge when i'd feel sleepy. I had this idea that i would say something like "oh no, doc, i've lost my eyesight" or something else preposterous. Before i could collect my thoughts i just immediately blurted "well shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit" (my voice progressively getting lower) and passed out."

When I heard you say
"you are a father the moment you enter me"

I thought I'd be clever:

"well
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit"

Saturday, October 31, 2015

a list of things hell is

les autres
loiterers
malingerers
meandering
philandering
windmills,
tilling at
teleology
toiletries
tinctures
necessity
necrosis
meiosis
money
women
men
me

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Winter

I hurt too much like soil erodes
when rivers desperately run by

and should I sense a bitter wind
I'll bend beneath it's breath.

But if I find you lost, my friend,
and should your heart ache,

I will be relentless love
until my body breaks.