Sometimes I fixate on something because
I am trying to solve the puzzle of its emptiness
My life’s work
Milking meaning out of two dimensions
Putting words into the cow’s open mouth
Complicating the flat line of a dull heartbeat
Turning a half hearted moon into a full cheeky smile
How many times have I ascribed greatness
To a body many light-years away
A trick of time catching up way too late
Once I reach you, a white dwarf
Small, dense- slowly fading
I want
I want
I want to be humiliated by the splendor of other people
I want to be so overtaken with awe
That the only thing to do is hide in the bath and
Hate myself
I want someone to outrun my imaginings
I want someone who can travel at the speed of light
Who can meet me here
in real time
Where stars create other stars create other stars
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The shift
A good outfit put on slightly askew
The seams don’t line up with midline
As though your dress held in space
and your body leaped a centimeter sideways
The shift
Turning the light in different directions
As though you could see the other side of the sun
just by squinting the right way
The underside of something
Damp and slightly squished
Clammy
Shifting
Seasonal resolve
How the roses and dahlias are the best in September
Squeezing every last bit of beauty
From the inevitable end
I am ready to scope out my own darkness
I am ready to shovel myself with the sweetness of a melon spoon
I am ready for the deep knowing
of the sharpest knife under the
Softest pillow
It smells like coconut
And aches with secrets
It is night time
I am rotating on the axis of my chest
I feel the caverns of my body filling and emptying with the same easy tempo
Of the roses and dahlias
Of everything
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You aren’t my first thought
Anymore
When the sun is a golden surprise
During gloomy season
When the climbing temperature
Steadies my weathervane knees
and the boy child inside me screams
BIKE RIDE
and I zoom off with my imaginary cohort
The glory of finding treasure or a dead body
The glory of the time before
we are permanently organized
The glory of your joy
and your blackberry picking
Prismed out of sight in the glowing Saturday afternoon
Your erasure a sunburst migraine
At last