the imaginary is real so won’t you join me for tea? if you won’t that’s fine by me lied the child sulkingly “but there’s good reason to!” the thought occurred to him as she brightened hopefully “why should i!” you shriek that defiance of the aching chord on repeat you know the one that i mean that one for which i don’t know the half of it where all that’s left is what’s not right here now, human i speak to the captain of your ship there’s the virtue of the point to consider that killing machine like arrows & the heart at last it occurs to you to ask of me “what is it that you want?” so as i have been asked i answer “what is this?” i ask holding my empty, broken cup gingerly “it’s tea!” i make you say on cue matter of factly you twirl that void in your cup and you sip the fact the point that is point free that’s what love means to me
A sustained examination of love throughout your poems. I love the way you come back to it and approach from different directions.