What would I do for you?  There's lots of things, actually


I would spontaneously start speaking Hungarian for you...but it probably would sound like nonsense

and some Hungarian dude

   Would be all like "Haver, nem beszél magyarul"

        I would shrug, because
        
              I don't know Hungarian...

But I'd still do it for you, if you wanted me to.



I would fly us to ancient Mayan burial grounds, where we could

   Learn all about a lost culture

           We would run into a cursed
                
                   Mayan Chief, but he'd actually be pretty cool
          
              He would teach us how to do a rain dance,

         Every once in awhile he'd look at you and say "kíichpan"
  
   and I'd be like..."Dude, back off..."

                       He's like 2000 years old...
                                
                         ­    He's way too old for you.



I would carve you an Ice Sculpture in your likeness

        Taking care to make sure that every detail was perfect and reflected
          
            Your beauty
              
               In every possible way.

     I'm not too good at Ice Sculpting, though, so it might just end up looking
              
            Like an oddly-shaped block of ice.


      Sorry...

            I hope you would like it anyway



For you, I would count to infinity

     Which might not sound like a feat, at first

   But then I would count back to zero

  I'm pretty sure no one's done that before....

     I won't be able to do it all in one day

So it might take awhile...

                  Hope you don't mind waiting for me




    I would write poetry every day for you


            Because I know that I would never run out of things
  
       To write about







....Well, maybe every 'other' day.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

dead plants and concrete and
awful awful skinless things

in each brown eye
in every silence

start

screa

ming

i wanted to work on my long form poetry
so i sat down to write a poem about all the ways i love you
because i know there’s a hundred thousand and surely
i could fill up forty lines or so at least with all your lovely self
but actually this is what it came down to:

you make me want to write love poems.
(what else is there to say?)

one day i will learn to crack words open so they sing
you like i want to sing you without you ever hearing me
singing you alone at night
singing my heart for you and about you
singing about how my heart is when you take your socks off
being there, full
singing love, among other things

but no matter how i roll over in my bed you’re so close
that without these walls i could hear you breathe

i’m tearing my hair in half for you!!!
i’m tearing myself in half for you two!!!
YOU MAKE MY HEART SWELL AND MY ARMS HOLLOW!!!
YOU MAKE MY GRAVEDY TWIST TO THE GROUND!!!
the more you like eachother the more youboth like me
and i like that!!! LET’S HUG FOREVOR UNDER THE STARS!!!

i like kissing everyone and touching everything and the stars!!!
i like kissing the stars!!! i like kissing the stars in half!!!

i like a lot of tHINGS OKay!!!

GO BE HAPY YOU HAPY BUNNYS

morning came
like someone spilled a crate
of mangos though my window

that was my first thought this morning

the rest of today i am nearly unable to speak
because everything out of my mouth is
grammaradical somewhat-poetry
and when people ask what’s up
all i can say is that “i am
quivering with emotion”

haha…. okay izzy

when i look at the sky i’m thinking of
like, idk, shattered shotglasses and robin hood
arrows in a sack on my back
to pin down whimsy and hope
quivers full of emotion

i don’t want to talk and that never happens
but i can’t remember what words look like
because i’m too busy tasting them

this part of the world feels too small please
i’m ready to leave or let poets sleep in my bed

haha… okay izzy

how many children have stood on these same stairs
and looked up at that bleeding jesus, afraid?

let them never burn your books
let them never move that chair
away from the cabinet where you rest your drinks

let them never teach me

that there is nothing of value

in god