You drew our names with a piece of chalk ...
I stood over it so the boys wouldn't see
it on the asphalt ...
It washed away later that afternoon in the Summer of '74 ...
And to this very day I could take you to the exact spot in College Park
where it was wrote ...

you saw me
scattered
on the ground.

between
my pieces
were cheerful puddles

of the rain from your face
& the soap i used to
wash

my mouth.
i sweat a lot &
it's still so cold.

sometimes the teeth
aren't helping us much
to say the unvoiced-

to
untangle the tongue
from

what we don't
sincerely
want.

i am a black hole
and you
are the stars.

I promised we'd meet
before I died. I didn't
know you could die too.

sometimes, you can't feel the sunshine and you can't see the flowers and there could be a fire roasting on open coals inches from your hands and you could still not sense its warmth. sometimes you just can't help it and ******* im so ******* sorry that you're telling me you love me and i cannot feel it.
i'm living in a fog and it's not lifting, all i can see are the headlights that are all coming at me, all approaching rapidly.
i skinned my knee but it doesn't really hurt. you left me for her but it really could be worse. all i know is i'm alone in this big empty world. sometimes the sun is shining but you cannot see it. do not scold a blind man for just not seeing. do not fault a boat for being rocked by the water.
sometimes it's all one can do to not be pulled under
i promise i'm trying to swim but i fear i am more a rock than a fish; meant less for the water and more for the ground