who are you
when no one is looking
and where do you go
when you set yourself free?

i walk a path
a golden path,
lined with pink petals of light
i dance en pointe,
i dance on point
to the call of the birds in the sky
and the light is gold,
the light is gold
and you’re holding my hand like a dream
and the clouds are sighing,
the breeze is sighing
and my ears are ringing with pleas
to never leave me,
please never leave me
and always stay by my side
but the light is leaking,
and the light is leaving
and the sun is closing its eyes
and you’re just a shadow of a dream i once had,
a dream i once had in the night
of love at first sight,
and then loss at last sight
and a flash of light in between

i dig
my own grave
i dig
through and through
until i come out
the other side
alive
for the first time
in my life

there is a tree
and when you
lie down in the
arms of its bare branches
it hugs you
with all the light
of the sun

you sit by
the light of the window
and i see that
there is a light in you
and you look out
at that summer-time view
and i only look at you
because from where i’m standing
and from what i’m seeing
it’s always summer
and nothing else

darling,
there are winds
and then
there are ghosts
the hard part
is knowing
which is kissing your cheek

there is a room
of light
that even blinds the sun
and when you sit down
it is the silence
that speaks louder
than any dance
or boardroom meeting
and the windows
are not even windows
but eyes also
blinded by the light
and all four corners
of this room
are birds ready to take flight

love walked on the moon
before any of you
laid your eyes upon it
and love got drunk
on itself
before any of you
took a sip of that wine
and when love finally
makes its way home
it will be before you
but only in order to wait
for your arrival

a single tree
in a field
doesn’t feel lonely—
be like that tree
and realize
you are rooted
to everything

you are beauty
in a nut shell
finally breaking free
of what it means
to be beautiful

suspend
your disbelief
for one moment
and see how
this moment
believes
in you

lie down gently, softly
beneath a whimpering tree
and let sweet blossom tears
rain down on you
before it’s too late

this loneliness is like
a heavy bag of bones
and i keep forgetting that
these aren’t even my bones
i have all my bones
i have never been boneless
but i think i’m boneless
so i walk around
carrying this heavy bag of bones
wondering whose bones are these?
and which of these bones are mine?

when the moon rose high in the sky
like a white tiger ready to pounce
he said breathe
and when the sun peeked out behind grey clouds
like something hot and new and immortal
still he said, just breathe
and when the rain came and swept everything away
including the white pearls
picked from oysters falling in love
still he whispered,
just breathe,
the moon is not what you think
and the sun can bear more than you know
and the rain
will bring everything to you
when the river is ready to flow

after a while
trying no longer feels
like the new black
so you fade off
into a distance whose color
you won’t recognize
until you get there
and along the way
you play a guessing game
where you place the cool side
of blue rain
yellow sun
and red poppies
to the flat of your palm
and then you press that
to your heart
and you wait until
something
anything
lights up inside you
like christmas lights

come and join
the wildflowers
in the place where
it’s okay
to be
yourself

it’s funny how they said
you need someone to complete you
and i spent so much time
looking for the light in another
and neglecting my own
not even realizing
that darkness only attracts more darkness
and hatred only begets more hate
and they said listen up,
you’re a douhghnut
you’ve got this massive hole inside you
and okay, maybe not a doughnut because
it wouldn’t be a doughnut without a hole
but maybe a cream puff or a pie crust
or something that needs filling
so i went everywhere
looking for a special kind of light to fill me
forgetting that i had my own
and it is like the color purple
looking for more of itself
and not realizing that
you could not be more purple
even if you tried
and what could someone just as full
of the same darkness and light ever give you
that you could not give yourself?
you are not an opposite
your existence does not depend on one needing the other
darkness needs light
and lightness needs dark
but you contain both, and everything and nothing
and there isn’t a single thing in this universe
that could make you whole
other than you coming back home to yourself

i am pleased to meet
the one you love,
the one who doesn’t know me,
the one who cannot tell
the difference between
the brave curve
of the moon
and the silver hilled *****
of your spine
when you bend to kiss
the dead flowers
that forgot to grow
at my feet

the bottom
of the river
is only
the beginning
and there is
nothing wrong
with drowning

finish that sentence
before you start something new.
and that cup
of tea too—
it’s getting cold
and the wanderers
are growing restless.
they are begging
for something new.
finish
so that we may begin again.

forget about being loved
just shrug off your coat
slip into the fog
and let the wild green things
have you
and let the rainy black nights
drown you
and when you awake
in the morning
let everything that is not you
rise with the morning sun
and leave this world behind

i don’t know anything
about love
i only know
that it’s a four letter
word
with so much potential

this house burned down a
long time ago but the ghosts
are still on fire

i am not looking
for someone to save me
but i am looking to be saved
by the grace they talk about
in books and up on the hill
i have tried to find my own light
but it is eluding me
and i cannot tell
if i am a fool for even trying
or if it’s just that the darkness is so convincing
that it has fooled everyone else
into not even bothering

it almost seems
like a crime
how different we can be
from one day to the next
there’s almost this
ludicrous sense of guilt
for having changed
for having led everyone
to believe that
you are one thing
one day
and something else entirely
the next

but i have decided
that is the only way
to grow, so please
take everything i say
with a grain of salt
and don’t hold it against me
if one day i grow
to love you
when i hated you so
just the day before

I may not be your
cup of tea but somebody
poured me, didn't they?

here is the land and the river and the sky
and the bird that grows with the moon.
here is the night and the day and the fall in between
that catches every sunset in its arms.
here are the stars and the comets and the black holes,
the sinking ships and swirling winds and falling leaves of gold.
here is your beauty up high on the mountains
and the grace brought down by the dove.
here is the reckless abandon that shivers in the snow
and the warmth of summer that will bring it all home.

i do not know
what to do
they say follow your heart
but i cannot feel my heart
it is a dead weight in my chest
a dead stone
floating in the dead sea
there is nothing alive in the center of me
no bird calls
no song sings
there is not even a subtle spring breeze
to blow away the tumbleweeds
they say follow your heart
but i don’t know what that feels like
all i know is a mind
full of tornados
and houses
being swept away to Oz
and all i know is that
i do not wish to go there myself

if a bird
lands on your shoulder
that means there’s
a song to sing

and if a bird
falls dead at your feet
that means there’s
nowhere to run

and if a bird
flies away
that means you did
the best you could

and if a bird
stays for the winter
that means you’ve
finally found within you
that invincible summer

you know the one

when it rains
i go with the rain
i go to the deep places
of the earth
where the light is missing
where the green is
so green
it’s almost black
and the forest is
its own kind of
personal forgetting

when it rains
i go with the rain
until i am washed
of everything
but rain

i know about the little things
that live upon the hill
the flowers and the birdlings
and the ghosts that stand so still
i know about the stories
that you whisper in your sleep
i hear your secrets long before
the dawn begins to creep
i know that you are haunted
like a river running mad
i know about the sickly things
that make the good things bad
i know your river isn’t running smoothly,
it’s drying up inside
but i also know that i don’t care,
and still want you by my side

the sound of thunder
is the earth screaming
i love you! i love you!
and if you’d just listen
the earth wouldn’t have
to shout so loud

“is this a dream?”
the girl asks
the shadow on the hill.
“i’ve swallowed a stone
as big as the world
and now i don’t know what to do.”

the shadow turns
and it turns so much that
it is now in the light
and has a face after all.

“i don’t understand,” the girl says
“are you human or are you not?”
“i don’t know,” says the shadow.
“are you dreaming or are you not?”

there was a time
when love flowed
so deep in my veins
i thought i was a river

if you don’t like what you see
in the reflection—
it’s okay
just step through the
looking glass instead
to a place where
none of that matters

when autumn strikes
the leaves fall and
the trees lose their memories

that is why it’s so easy
for them to blossom
come spring time

they know nothing
of heartbreak

they don’t even remember
their love for Lady Summer,
the one they swore
would never die

let the light come in
let the light in
to where there is no light
let it sit and sizzle and part the darkness
until the only thing left standing
is the light reflected in you

may the dark
break me apart
so that the light
will build me back up
from the sunlit soil
of the earth
heart throbbing like new

follow
that little red car
it’s going on an adventure
and i want to know where it ends up
and with who
and if there’s more darkness than light
or if it’s all been
one big misunderstanding

i know what
the lost girls knew
that the lost boys
wouldn’t tell them
because boys don’t
want their girls
to be found
but the girls aren’t
listening to the boys
anymore

and here i loved
the only thing
that could ever be loved
which was everything
or nothing at all

if you want to slip me
a little something special
for the long ride home
go ahead

whether it’s love
or hate
is entirely up to you

love walks in
sits down at the kitchen table
and vomits up its breakfast

love goes outside
lights a cigarette
and waits for the last star to die

when we were very young—
i was a monster
and you were a monster
and together we picked flowers
and we didn’t know that monsters
weren’t allowed in the gardens

when we first became monsters
we celebrated with balloons
but now i wonder if the balloons
were begging to be let go of
and if maybe they found a better home
in the sky than in our hands

and after a while
once we’d gotten used to being monsters
we folded paper into birds and named each one
after all the reasons why we weren’t monsters
but then all the reasons why we were

the dead of night
isn’t dead at all
it is a living mystery
born each day
of Mother Dusk

nobody said
you have to be happy
and nobody told you
to take off your dark
in favor of
somebody else’s light

once upon a time
a girl was built inside a factory
situated on the edge of a cliff
overlooking the sea
she was made from the finest materials
by a man who cared very much
but knew almost nothing about being a little girl
so he made her ears too big
her face a bit too funny
and her body more like a boy’s than a girl’s should be
but he built her with infinite worlds
fastened them to her insides so that she would always have
a galaxy full of spinning globes
to run away to and play in
and he promised her that
whenever she found herself lost in this world
that she had instant access
to a funhouse
a hall of mirrors
a merry-go-round that never stops spinning
the way infinite worlds spin inside
infinite worlds
like a self-fulfilling prophecy
where spring blossoms inside of spring
and the horses never stop running

lean down into the garden
lean down with your eyes, hair and breath
lean out and gather
the every which way of life
until you’ve scooped up
every flower bud of this world
and gather it into your arms
into one life
and then lean back
through the window
slink back into the shade
of yourself,
find the sun
and start planting

at 2 am
i am more myself
than anything:
a butterfly
with kaleidoscope wings
and a tiara
made of teeth and bones
held together with honey,
crowning me
the queen of myself
and all the lands
i had to cross
to get here.

i’m going into the forest today
i’m bored with all this light
i want to know the shadows
that make the rest of me bright