dear thirsty boy,
here is some love for you
a grilled cheese sandwich that reminds you of your childhood mother’s best friend
a poem to get over and out of the blue
water like rain but mystifying
wind like wonder clouds unknowing
clearing brush laid to rest
not knowing beats knowing like sticks and stones
knowing beats unknowing like
“THROW PILLOWS!”
makes home beat like home
trial runs are nothing infamous, or so they say
i misspoke — and i am misterpoke
(so sry i regret the things i’ve done to you)
life lights up like stone soup in a waiting room
(plz don’t make me cry im not ready)
The Queer weep because the truth is lonely with eyes
The Cith weep because what happened to my wiggle room
the stream knows trust
“is this still love!”
a typo that makes room
songs that remind you of life’s choices
a mistake is a miss take on reel
darwin flirting while silence fishing
frothing milk at the mouth because my vulnerabilities bubble up behind fear’s back like revelations incoming
a good love, i’d do it again
that now is different from then
that acknowledgements lay to me rest
that stafford gets nothing right
in a proof of me
gödel saw himself in the pudding too
gauging distance from myself
by what still lives in my songs
grief looks like love
because grandma’s heart gives itself away
and “i see him in you”
love,
crab apple with a sparkling, golden hue