Listen:
You were never supposed to feel lonely,
that was not part of the plan.
You were never supposed to feel anxious, never supposed to know fear or jealousy,
yet here you are.

Listen:
I'm afraid. Why can I not see past the front of my nose?
Question:
Is God omnipotent or good? She can't be both.

I have dreams about your softness
and I'll write about my jealousy
while I’m kneading the sleep from my eyes
kneading bread on the counter
kneading my tired heart

I feel more comfortable now,
you put your hand on my shoulder,
I put my hand on your shoe

bad dream: what's your name?
I don't care where you been,
you don't care where I'm at but
I'm comfortable now.

A plan till September,
a plan for November to April,
Golden Hair Boy: where ya been?

Daydream: what ya doing?

it's raining on the stage of the showdown, get ready
get ready for electric violin


I may need an oil change
but I got my sea change and boy it looks good on me, a light teal with purple floral patterns.

friends: are you ready?
I love you and I got a plan

She said,
this is where the ocean begins.

salty and gentle
and rocking with a steady push
a steady pull.

splashing
and diving,
splashing and feeling with our feet for the sand.

the ocean pulled us outward,
the tide: eastward,
our legs: toward the shore.

striking a balance,
old friends,
a mister bush, a mister higgins,
the third and second kiss to a miss rowe, respectively,
respectfully: walking in the street.
a young lady with a name I won't try to spell, out the driveway, first left, half a block down.

800 miles from home is a lot closer than 2,000

Almost entirely,
we smell like lavender
and brush our teeth with honey-baked laughter

I found two magical things this morning, even before breakfast
but this life is not just fire, it’s burning
And my romanticised campground does litter itself with children and lemon balm

With this stress, it's all pulled apart
and the bits forgotten
but it’s okay; I’ll put the pieces into your food
and make sure it’s tasty

For now it’s better to have dreams about rats in the flour
than the nightmares that we used to have

Books and clothes and three posters,
packed neatly into the back of my truck.

All my possessions, with room to spare.
Enjoying the breeze,
the sound of my sister baking a pie,
the sound of my mom alternating between advice and tears.

Watching the sunset, through the pine trees, these pine tress,
I grew up with them,
I am made of them and they love me.

Tight hugs, and a farewell nod,
I love you I love you and won't you come visit? And here, I bought you this book, here, I bought you a $50 Safeway gift card

and oh
and oh goodness, it's too much
all my friends, they're too good to me
and I'll miss them, I'll miss them as much as I'll miss my little sister, and she cried and cried and told me not to go, and how can I break a six year olds heart?


Into the unknown, with my bestfriend.
Trailing him on his next adventure.

Drunk enough to sweat
but not drunk enough to eat
and it goes and don't blink
and it goes in circles.

Nine in the morning,
an hour to get to work,
nine at night,
an hour to get to work.

and she said
this is perfect,
the grey blue of a 9 pm dusk,
the body temperature of this dry mountain air.

I had to agree.

and it goes and goes and don't blink,
it goes in circles