Friday, October 20, 2017

The statue of liberty


From the southern tip of the city, all I can see
is the back of her head.




Tuesday, October 17, 2017

reunions

The one thing I forgot at home on this trip
was my toothbrush and toothpaste.

We joke and laugh while playing corn hole, but are scared of losing 
and being laughed at.

Lightning flashes like bulbs behind the clouds across the bay.

I hear the birds for the first time in a year while running in the woods.

And I remember I haven’t written you a poem in a long time, and 
am grateful to call you a friend.



i made a series of poor decisions


and it felt like my heart 
was gaining weight


Sunday, October 8, 2017

Untitled

today i heard that in order to love, sometimes 
you need to be 
a stranger. 



Saturday, October 7, 2017

My Body

An abuse
A sack of gold-lillied water 
A saltless fantasy

My body a bird between 
Wind currents 
This world a handful of twigs

My body a heart
Foaming like lattes or rabies or
Excitement 

My body standing in the center of the room
Oblivious like art

This last line will not punch you,
And I have not been gentle with myself



Saturday, September 30, 2017

This is the feeling

Fall rasps me longways with its tongue
And I hope when I die
I die like the summer does


Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Untitled

There are moments when I am a fool
For us. When I think of sitting and drinking 
Coffee together and talking about how we've 
Grown, and how we 
Haven't. 




Sunday, September 24, 2017

A Night at Dripping Rock

I am here to feel the leaves change color. Here to watch 
trees shake their heads like horses in the wind.

To see what quiet does to a young man. 
To ask if I can kiss a young autumn. 
See how that feels. 

A sparrow brushes my shoulder up on the high rocks.

The black sky is star-stained. Exquisite. Deep. 

I’ve been working on making it start.

The thick silence ruptures. Tree frogs and crickets climb out,
the night’s throat suddenly open, shrill til dawn. 

Working on making it start, again. 

This field of the mind is still the same. Yet I have begun 
to walk different paths through it.


Everything

is a beautiful
thing


Friday, September 22, 2017