Love letter in November
Happy to be part of the Juliets and the Kennedys and the women who never lose it
I would do it all in a heartbeat, and I would do it again
I'm in my glory days
My glory weeks and months and years
And I cling to it, not it's notion but it's being
All I can do is smile
Smile and warmth
That is what it is and you love.
You love and love and love

The wind makes the trees breathe
I was a floppy fish
while you were smiling

Cold country
Tropical island
And you're by yourself

Marriage before thirty
(Babies before 32, but wasn't that the date?)
So you'll fill yourself up
And you'll worry worry worry

And wonder if you really trust the boy
with his arm round your neck
and his hand on your thigh

And you wonder if you ever really trusted him
at all
And you're by yourself

Puppydog heaven
Hold me in the sun
She is in madness, she is in REM
Blind bunny
I love you and I love you

She never would be a writer so she had her baby
Born breeched, two feet in the world
A gift, white laced, everything she does is perfect

Winter spring, the worst months
Where will you go when the heat comes?
How will you be?
Is it your calling? Is it everyone's?
A necessity, written for the better
Carnivore incarnate, it was meant to be
Purple outlines, flat American landscapes
And mountains, gold, silver, old dogs and fruit trees
Are you waiting for me?
Joanne, Elizabeth, Kate
Congratulations baby!
Milk and ***
Indecisive, manipulative, naive

I see my light come shining any day now any day now
To throw up orange pulp bits bile and shiver for once
With big arms to pick me up and put me to sleep
Bathe and wake me with nothing
tabula rasa
All fixed in a big house on the moor
Full cupboards and smoothness
Time to make it up and then dancing
I shall be released