Plea Before the World Ends
i slipped my hand into yours
and you smiled wide, so why
can't people live like this
all of the time?
dear old writing habit
where have you been?
you got deep within
my muscle memory
but it isn't enough
and i miss you,
let's catch up
by the light of the harvest moon
i'll lead you back to that
secluded beach halfway between
an island and a landfill and we'll
sit on a rock that we don't really
fit on and we'll be falling and catching
each other all of the time
we'll let our feet dangle the foam-flecked
waves will lick our toes tickling and then
we'll feed ourselves to the sea
first our skin peeling off like a lemon rind
stinging from the inside out and then
our organs the liver the intestines the
brain and the hearts pounding wild jolting
and then comes the hard part we'll release
all pre and mis conceptions doubts and fear
our souls will float like jellyfish or
stingrays and we'll watch ourselves drift
salty and dissolved illuminated red
we'll wish on the moon fat and huge
for no more than what we need
and in that place where i knew
i would love you
we'll put each other back together
we're already everything
each other will ever need
23 September 2010
22 September 2010
16 September 2010
the things we mean the most are always the hardest to say
(or, i love you).
it hovers. it grows larger with every scratch
i claw into the skin of your back. it stretches
out our lungs, like a pocket of unspoken air. it aches.
it coagulates in the membranes like sticky mucus,
like promises we hope we’ll somehow keep.
it teases our tastebuds. we roll it like a pebble
under our tongues. we try to stop it with moans
and whispers. with mouths to skin. with fear.
but finally it bursts.
and it surges, like a river behind a rising floodgate.
or a storm. it rumbles up our throats and washes
out of our pores. we touch each other in the most
intimate of places, the soles of our feet, the earlobe
and the hip bone. our sweat-slick bodies shiver.
our molecules tremble. we become parts of each other.
finally, we are most fully ourselves.
04 September 2010
the street lamps shone like fat full moons but we picked
the darkest path to follow its winding course led us past
boys playing basketball without a hoop and a small dog
that scurried out from under a bench i almost screamed but
i knew you’d protect me if it came too close and so i just
gulped down my fear and clenched it deep inside my knuckles
we sat on a hill that was more rocks and twigs than grass
and you crouched down and i wanted to say come here
but i didn’t we squinted in the dim moonlight to read poetry
we had written and we both knew that it was really about you
and it was really about me it was just one of those things
we could feel aching and sloshing around in our blisters
we lay in the dirt and felt prickly bug legs skittering over
our backs and under the hems of our jeans we let our shoulders
tilt into each other like it didn’t matter but we both tasted
the fire on our tongues from words we wanted to say i can write
a hundred poems abut you but they can’t spark the burn
under our ribcages the way those words would if we let them go.
01 September 2010
you are a thing with feathers
grey blue with a golden sheen
and i’m watching your beak
the way it stretches so wide, gaping
like a wave. about to crash to shore.
a mouth hungry for particles.
and i’m listening to your song
and i’m hoping it’s about me
even though i am not a bird
and i cannot fly.
i am thing with skin, stretchy and pockmarked
and not very glamorous.
my lifespan is long enough for regrets.
my babies are not born in an egg;
i won’t feed them any worms
and i can't sing.
at least, not very well.
at least, not very well.
but if you give me a chance
i can climb up there next to you
slowly. and I might slip. more than once,
but I’ll do it for you, if you chirp for me.
and we can watch the world
from our perch
and let the sun paint us golden red
as its rising rays make us squint
and look away. it’s only in the peripherals
that we can ever really see each other;
when we can’t distinguish the details
that make us different, we can transform
into anything we want.