don’t say the national day off work aloud.
it ruins everything—turns it from a feeling into an annoying
lack thereof. but what i mean is, though i don’t have an album
for mid-july or december first, i always keep november
Muse: a Person. Crutch: but the Distance Between
Once upon your Kindness, I met a
marine who was a nun, and she could
waltz with as much Grace
as she could cut a cake with a scythe
at her wedding! You’d have Served me, had you
been at the reception, lemonade, Stronger a
yellow than that of the sun, that lights up the world for
you to be something I see.
I’d have passed you the strawberries for
her Genuine cucumber-butter sandwiches,
Sweet like Compassion, grass green like
the itch of being Alive. I’d have
insomni
i let my mind anxiety
in the moonlight
for hours.
four hours.
i’m well aware
it hurts,
not helps,
nor saves. it’s about
the work it’d take
if i’m okay / sure, careful
My brain runs down
every branch of the thought tree
while my body
is still beginning to climb the trunk.
Yet, my body
hammers eight 8th notes
while my brain
stays on a whole rest.
If I have a soul,
I think that it is the puppeteer
Boxes
He said, You’re the most complex person I
know, and I said, Thank you,
I have complex trauma.
Fielding
Oh, I don’t trust anyone
further than I can throw them,
or, more importantly,
closer than I
can extend my arms
to hit them.
Coral
I want to be the green palm tree standing between
the sand and your pink sea-side cottage. I mean,
I want everyone who washes up on your
shore to know that I decorate your home.
Slices
You shoot me a mere glance, while I’ve zeroed in on
my twiddled thumbs, but my peripheral vision
fires a snapshot of your energy’s self-directing, and
I straddle it. I revisit it alone on the toilet, in the recliner.
Risk
Someday, I will learn
I can respect another’s autonomy and my
own at the same time,
allow others control while
taking responsibility,
give people my emotions without
manipulating theirs,
and be dominated by
compassion instead of fear—
Galaxy
Quite frankly a little tired
of how much stamina I
have for shifting my
paradigms—
how long I can ride
the edge
of my realm
for overwhelm—
ah, I know
how to bask in the sun!
But I am tired of
being the moon
surrounded by
so much night—
Alphabet Ravine 