but he wrote a line in some novel
about love as a hair clip left behind on the dresser.
his lover coming back for it later.
i still think it could've been your bobby pin, there, on my bedside table.
however, now that i'm single,
i much prefer hair ties.
The girl I love is in Brooklyn
and I don't have the currency to call
the clouds in her eyes
and sew her a sky above
the heads of buildings
cigarettes through telephone wires
We're both trying to quit,
in our own ways.
Daffodils think they're sunflowers,
my grandmother thinks her couch is on fire,
I think you're still the same:
eyes faulty traffic lights,
chest an airbag in constant accident,
voice infrequent radio static.
great-grandma Corinne was always doomed
to leave the room just before a big event
she was in the bathroom across
the hallway the day I was born
she was in the supermarket across
the street the day her husband died
as is my fate to wish for love
in the moments before i leave
but i’d take a lifetime of clocks
ticking two breaths behind
to settle inside the cocoon of
your mouth for a whisper of time
that tasted like popcorn
and dirt; warm, and then
The grass separates itself into individual blades
that glitter and dance
under the sky
like a million knives
Friend, I want to grow roots with you.
I want to make a home in you.
I am as raw as a newborn.
All that my body can handle
is the sweet juice of a peach
I never knew the sky could open as it has,
could fill me with cloud,
and the dust of what the first atoms
have left behind for us.
My body is a torch
to light with the world of your palms.
I am stripped of all pretense, bones
free of caveat and nicety.
Now, it is time to live as an
earthworm does. Softly, naked:
on the cheek of the
My friends’ voices hum softly
outside the open window,
like night-bees over sleeping dandelions
lulling me into dream.
The birds outside start their days early
hunting for worms
in the still-sleeping grass.
The fish in the bowl above my bed
parts the water, calling for Moses,
or breakfast. Whichever comes first.
For him, two freeze dried bloodworms.
For me, an old banana and a cup of cold coffee.
The two of us were bred for civility.