I've always admired
the hands of a poet
fragile, yet capable of telling
the most breathtaking stories
and writing down
the most frightful thoughts
in the form of ravishing metaphors
so no one really gets
how dreadful they really are

the hands of a poet
can take you to a place
that’s constructed out of time and illusions
the hands of a poet
can lift you up
and make you fly
they can take you to the only place
that they would call shelter

I’ve always admired
the hands of a poet
because they can form the letters
so resolutely
while the words are still pondered about
they can make words look
like they’re on the right place

the hands of a poet
aren’t as damaged as their feelings
and unlike the mind of a poet,
they age
until the poet can’t write
the beautiful thoughts down anymore

The Huron waters
Don't breach their shores,
The heavenly bodies
Don't leave their spheres;
Fireworks don't
Fill my eyes;
My love is not ethereal
Not everlasting
Or transcendental.
My love is comely.
Factual not fictional.
Less passion with caution.
I love you when
I bring your morning coffee
As your day opens.
I love you when
I bring a snack
And say, Corpus Mea,
And fall forever.
Hold my hand.
I love you in comely ways.

i swear

flames once engulfed everything
and bombs blew away half the buildings
but somehow
we survived
look
despite all of it
small children
they play
birds
they soar and sing

this is a new beginning

I am just me in an empty sea
Of absolutely insane women
Trying to make sense of myself
I feel so different from everybody
I spent my life thinking you were talking about me
Why did I feel this way?
I was a distant, distant, distant thought..
Sick sick *****

All I can trust is my gut
Y'all tell lies
One after another
You're just puking on each other
What's the point of family ties

Today I saw you
Tonight I forgot