she doesn’t mean it i know
i have to know
otherwise
there is only cruelty and pain
she does not
must not know
how to fix it
fix herself
make herself more in love
with me
more attracted
open
warm
inviting
her more
her with me
than she is now
she doesn’t mean it i know
i have to know
otherwise
there is only cruelty and pain
she does not
must not know
how to fix it
fix herself
make herself more in love
with me
more attracted
open
warm
inviting
her more
her with me
than she is now
what makes
you a poet
is not
only
your words
but your
lines
a break
a pause
stop right
here
say it
like this
one more time
what makes
you a poet
is not
only
your words
but your
lines
a break
a pause
stop right
here
say it
like this
one more time
cracks in our idols may be forgiven
or ignored & overlooked
chips in their bases
attributed to our rough handling
their tarnish—a reaction
to our dirty palms
but when our idols are shattered
their hollow insides are exposed
empty eggshells of worship
wrapped around
an imagined god
cracks in our idols may be forgiven
or ignored & overlooked
chips in their bases
attributed to our rough handling
their tarnish—a reaction
to our dirty palms
but when our idols are shattered
their hollow insides are exposed
empty eggshells of worship
wrapped around
an imagined god
snow
snow stays silent white
only so long
as its heavy powder
holds us behind glass
and beneath blankets
soon slush marks
the streets and sidewalks
dunny grey
mirroring winter’s
tarnished silver sky
needing
the jeweler’s care
snow
snow stays silent white
only so long
as its heavy powder
holds us behind glass
and beneath blankets
soon slush marks
the streets and sidewalks
dunny grey
mirroring winter’s
tarnished silver sky
needing
the jeweler’s care