your home is a twilight elegy
i am a bluebird in your backyard
weeping at the vastness
but mostly at the rocks-
every last one-

i feel your legend in my stomach,
it tides out as a windy cry song
into our children

before you come back here
twice at least holler
your charge will have vanished as it is born,
because the weight of your rifle is love

and what could blame you
for my death

there are no mistakes here, dear
nor are there endings,
only,
forever,
becoming----

so i sing

and you shoot

the sun is melting
all the forms
i thought i knew

the boats are rowing
planets in
from a black sea into
infinite blue

maybe if I loved
poetry more
i wouldn’t be able to write it.

i don’t want to go to cafes and write
i don’t want to go on walks
i want to wake up
and feel it all

too much fulgor and fire
from some secret eros.
if god was desire,
where would my tenderness lay?

i say thank you to the world
as i weep for her state,
what have we done
to have love in my fate

could i see what majesty fills the space?
how i breathe,
it flutters.
sweetness is
flying above us like
nymphs of sanguine laughter.
they touch down
and turn blue.

each time we climbed,
there came the milky step wider than the rest
and i wondered how i used to step
upon ancient claws,
grandeur above a seascape with
frills of surreality around the edges.
when i was a little girl
i jumped the platform into the ocean,
and fell impossibly a thousand feet.
now i skulk up the backside of stone,
it gets higher.
i want something new
but really exactly how it was,
that’s why i get to the top
and look up
at bleak sky

there’s a lot of space to fall in my heart
that’s what i love so much
it seems to go forever
and it does