kissing just for practice
we’d pour wine on the grass
we’d pour beer on the grass
nodding off love’s advance
imagining bridges
laughing through stitches
blonde hair in the distance
ski monster now wanderer
my friend and my friends' pets
we’re boy and dogs and women
my friends all lost their heads
when they lost their pets
and lost earrings in between
the cracks of the mattress
some lost things will
fade into blackness
the kind in my womb
the kind you found in the woods
when you lost sight of your hands
for the first time
then found the light
in the spine
of a boy with kind diamonds
between his teeth
it was all me
my retinas chose to see
the light when brightness was not what i needed
i need him to fade back into the blackness of my beer bottle please
i need him to see the importance of knees
of how his knees folded under his form
but return me to the floor once more
where carpet holds friction of first dance
and what more could religion be
than praising the light of men
yes ill return to the darkness then
seal me behind ***** and let me be
but roll me through the grass
stained with wine beer and tea