have you ever cried upside down?
felt the tears stream up your face
down with gravity
and into all the wrong places?

felt the droplets, cooling as they race away from their mirrored origin,
slide over furrowed brow
across forehead and temple to dampen the sliver-thin hairs—
the ones that glow when lit from behind
—and rest where skin meets strand?

no
you have not felt these things
how could you have?
your world is always right side up.

Lady said
"Shut up about the storm
else you'll be in one"
Charming, I thought

you can buy almost anything
I make no apology for being poor

even poetry, here
is bought.

just sitting in my den
absorbing existentialism
ain't no way
my genes gonna
be in the next generation

Slip your feet into my shoes
You may stumble and fall
Practice makes perfection
You will rise above it all

all the vitality of Sunshine
captured within all things

transformed by beauty
into beauty

the beautiful circle
of love.

i cannot spell.   i can think.

i can imagine a nuclear

bom.

going off.

read the books, seen the footage.





think.

people.

think

of it.

before you speak.

sbm.

there is no photograph

bom.