you will love them until you waste themwary and satisfiedthey will wear youthreadbare and misshapen and it will be home
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On evolution
I envy the flowers and fungus and trees That have shown more survival savvy than me: As Homo sapiens took off running To lose and gather and roam, Little seeds out of just some dumb dirt Made food and rest and a home. My blood is restless and I wander While oaks in my yard… Continue reading On evolution
just a reminder:
even a drop in a bucket still makes ripples.
On scarring
The ones on my arms from Catching corners and cat claws, They’ve faded and blended and I I do not remember the stories behind them. I look at your letters some days and hope for the same mercy there
On melting
It might be the heat but it feels Like early summer breeze: The valley is hollow and swollen, waiting For sun then rains and Sticky sweat on lover’s necks and skirts to ruffle from now to then It might be summer but it felt Like home, Like in all the melancholy of late afternoon heat… Continue reading On melting
Venus
Jan 27, 2009 Stellar I would call you, my everythingI would call you.You were as solid as moonrock under my feet and as bright as my sun above my head.I have learned of constellations and disasters, I have learned of orbits and gravity,but no sun moon or cycle deters my orbit around,my gravitational pull,to you.You… Continue reading Venus
on boarding
Such disconcerting unrestHas tightened all the muscles in my shoulders,as if to tug on a string and hold me in place, Just in the reach of calamity, Tense at rest. The disquiet in my gut is more than some Flimsy indigestion, some Gastric insurrection no, My body is restless and it knows, All of me… Continue reading on boarding
I know how contrived this sounds, but seriously:
if i was born blind, would i understand racism?
On weekdays
why does it feel so good to dwell and wallow,and why do all the pretty songs make me sad-worthless questions that I use to deflectlike a windbreakerthe gusty surprise of my empty yard, there is just wood to shield my walls from this windy dayand the subsequent pressure of staying uprighthas all my sturdy weeds… Continue reading On weekdays
On spring fever
Emotional exhaust draining out of my eyes and ears and mouth like so many sooty ideas too big too chemical too much for the tired and hungry insides of little old me
Garbanzo Bae 