that i've been reading your poetry
(on the new front page)
and,
I ******* love
your words; your worlds;
it's like i'm,
there. right there,
with you.
you see, i didn't do what you do--
write my story aloud
--when i was fifteen, or even twenty-two
just an inch off the ground
i confided in clouds
stayed lost (was a puff too proud)
that was then, sure, but even today
(it's 11:11, now)
putting any of it down
committing to this word, not that
this sentiment,
not that
this meaning
(and not simultaneously that)
is walking through fire
and so, for leading the way
let me just say,
i love you
and please,
don't ever stop.