September 30, 2010

A stoke of bad luck,
has me asking questions of strangers,
in far, foreign cities.


September 29, 2010

The apartment is too large.

Spaces that can fill up with boxes and temporary changes. Brown boxes spilling wrapping paper, bubble wrap and dishes, lamps and packing pellets. These are not the things I need, chairs and tables and 300 count sheets for a futon bed, electric lights.

I’d prefer to have you. Leave the electric lights off and sit by your potted plants, let your stray cats in together.

September 28, 2010

On some nights,
Lying together on the floor,
Or like statues on the window sill,
Cold, empty linoleum apartment,
Telling about their stories, about their lives,
One hand tangled up with yours,

Together we can be new vines, growing up strong,
Anchoring to this earth.

September 27, 2010

I forgot who I was.
Fearing ghosts who reside,
I’ll grow used to

A person in lines and shapes, in triangles and

Who has sounds for every dream
Or songs for every hunger.

September 26, 2010

I can’t get enough.

September 25, 2010

When we drove through the night,
Through cold electric lights,
The cold air in your truck,
Engine so loud I could hardly hear my own thoughts,
Let alone yours.

Let me tell you;

I could love the winter if you were a part of me,
Wrapped around me,
Wrapped up in me like knots so tight
That even the most nimble fingers
Couldn’t pull us apart.

September 24, 2010

Dear R,

Driving dark cool night,

With your eyes in my rearview,

Streets in Lincoln Park,

Each space along the curb

Full and warm.

The people inside drinking coffee

Comfort and shelter from the harsh night-

Or from cold electric lights.

September 23, 2010

Like a specter,

Dark and great,

Above my every movement,

My every breath,

A devouring hunger,

A shadow by the name of love.

September 22, 2010

nothing today.

September 21, 2010

I would give up

every photograph,

every precious thing

in my possession,

if on a whim, you asked me to.