02/04/13

Forgive me, I’ve had two glasses of wine. I wonder if my teeth are how they were in Ohio–purple and smiling.  I drank a lot of wine that summer in Ohio and I became very accustomed to that drunk: a wine drunk, rich with joy and forgetfulness, very different from the torrents of drunk I…

A Young Man Considers Parenting

When a child is reading a book or watching a baseball game, I become inconsolable.  I want to cry, and were my SRTIs to allow me to cry, I would–happy, joyful, hopeful tears.  These two things, both imperative to my own sanity and understanding of the world, I fear are drifting further and further from…

I am in my mid twenties

What’s important is that I am here, sitting, feeling exhausted from a week of sickness, one beer unopened below me to my right, the first and last beer of the night if I decide to open it. I have the strange aftertaste of Reese’s Pieces in my mouth. Leonard Cohen is floating below all of this….

I name you

When I dream it is the most terrible tease of you on me on you in you Together down the road of life discovering together that each day is a puzzle for the solving; that each word has root in the eyes and that my hands cannot keep a secret not from you. and did…

a spring wednesday

this evening the release of toxins corrosive acid on the skin watching it bubble and smiling. this evening I’ll believe anything that I hear or I read; finally fires have been allowed to burn in the pits prepared for them. this evening the front of my head is the fruit of my body and eternity, if…

lullaby

a dream: I am standing on the sea folding the night in my pocket, beholding you: your skin stretched as canvas for the stars the remaining sunlight splashing upon it, innocence, coy smiles and linear lightning. the two of us sinking and rising, wet then dry, reaching then accepting, nerves and light and rising wetness…

the theory of evolution

I’ve read the theory of evolution Felt the splinters turning In their lathe There is smoothness There is an arc– The glint I am trying to forget. I know that the truth is Unseeable, a ship without An anchor…aware of the waves It creates. Who will I become But only what I am Running from….

calcified

The ghost of you passes over my chest and Takes many forms: Is the beginning and end of my day, Awake I am with you, Haunted–yet I still believe; I still believe and it kills me, I do not know from where My bountiful weakness springs But it tastes like you, flows Like you. I…