We laugh upon this empty rock
We smile as we run our circles
Giggling rats
Lice swaying in unison to our meaningless song
The black ground heaves
with laughter
Let’s go waterski
above the empty sea
You’ll find me snorting and choking and twirling in a hailstorm

I am petting the dog
though it will die before I

I carry it like a rucksack.

If we were to break bread together,
And share it, slice, by slice,
I would want the endpiece.
Because endpieces,
Are also beginningpieces.

I look to you, with my sweaty palms,
                                   back,
                             armpits,
      and of course,
lips.
I look to you with my ungainly feet,
                          bowing,
                    blistered,
      and most of all,
cold.
I speak to you with my uncertain voice,
                        shaky,
               stuttering,
            and hardly,
hopeful.
You with your subtle perfections,
                of voice,
     of spirit,
      and probably,
of heart.
And I think:
Thank God for my grammar.

It doesn’t matter what’s inside the jeweled treasure chest.
You won’t unlock it if you know what’s best

I hear a hollow thump when I grab it in my fist
Just enjoy the moment, don’t be a pessimist.

Maybe this new year we’ll see a magic zoo
and have a conversation with a magic cockatoo
it might just happen this new year
let’s pretend

Maybe this new year we’ll climb mount everest
live alone on the top if the government will let us
it might just happen this new year
let’s pretend

Maybe
this new year
I’ll love you again

Maybe this new year I’ll find a magic pen
and write magic stories about a magic land
it might just happen this new year
let’s pretend

Maybe this new year my mistakes I will amend
like forgetting and forgiving and locking you in a pen
It might just happen this new year
let’s pretend

Maybe
this new year
I’ll love you again

Maybe this new year we’ll get super fit
and run a marathon with negative splits
It might just happen this new year
let’s pretend

Maybe this new year we’ll get old and won’t remember
what keeps us apart and stops us from being together
It might just happen this new year
let’s pretend.

Maybe
this new year
I’ll love you again

Tonight we read some poetry,
and I didn’t like it,
and mine was too childish.
And then we talked.
And you were talking in poetry,
and you proved me wrong.

And I realized you’re always talking in poetry,
and that whenever you are happy,
you are proving me wrong.
And that’s a bit messed up,
isn’t it?