that i've been reading your poetry (on the new front page) and,
I ******* love your words; your worlds; it's like i'm, there. right there, with you.
you see, i didn't do what you do-- write my story aloud --when i was fifteen, or even twenty-two
just an inch off the ground i confided in clouds stayed lost (was a puff too proud)
that was then, sure, but even today (it's 11:11, now) putting any of it down committing to this word, not that this sentiment, not that this meaning (and not simultaneously that) is walking through fire
and so, for leading the way let me just say, i love you