Please! Keep
reading me
Blake
because you’re going to make
me the greatest
poet of
all time
Keep smoothing
the stones in the
driveway
let me fry an egg
on your ass
& I’ll pick up
the mail.
I feel your
absence in
the morning
& imagine your
instant mouth
let me move
in with you—
Travelling
wrapping your limbs
on my back
I grow man woman
Child
I see wild wild wild
Keep letting the
day be massive
Unlicensed
Oh please have
my child
I’m a little
controlling
Prose has some
Magic. Morgan
had a
whore in
her lap. You
Big fisherman
I love my
Friends.
I want to lean
my everything
with you
make home for your hubris
I want to read the words you circld over and over again
A slow skunk walking across the road
Yellow, just kind
of pausing
picked up the warm
laundry. I just saw a coyote
tippy tippy tippy
I didn’t tell you about the creature with hair
long hair, it was hit by cars on the highway
Again and again. It had long grey hair
It must’ve been a dog; it could’ve been
Ours. Everyone loses their friends.
I couldn’t tell anyone about this sight.
Each defeat
Is sweet.
