I BUILT YOU A FIRE IN OUR ONE
MARRED WORLD
IN MY DREAM I READ TO YOU
IN MY BED I ITCHED AND CREAKED
FOR YOU, LONGING LANGUOROUSLY
SHE LISTENS TO ME BECAUSE SHE
KNOWS ME
LIKE THE CITY KNOWS ME:
OUTSIDE IN THROUGH BONES
AND INTRACTABLE PAUSES
A SET OF RULES DETERMINE OUR ALIVENESS,
MYTHOLOGIES STACK AS I HAVE
MY MORNING POURING THOUGHT:
A THOUGHT OF MORNING
MY MORNING THOUGHT OF POURING
IN MANY WAYS I STILL FEEL LIKE
A LITTLE GIRL IN A RED PONCHO
WAITING FOR MY STOP, MY MOTHER’S EYES IN MINE
I REMEMBER ALL THAT NOTICING AS
IF IT WERE TOMORROW’S PLAN
AND ALL THOSE PLANS WE HAD,
ALL THAT SLEEP THAT WOULD FUEL OUR FUTURE.
I MAKE AND MAKE AND MAKE,
ANCHORED BY YOUR DISTAL LOVE
FORMED REPETITIVELY BY THIS MEMORIZING
FACULTY.
I STILL SEE YOU
I STILL WISH YOU
WHEN I WRITE ONE GOOD LINE I
THINK OF YOU. I WANT TO MAKE YOU PROUD, TO SEE ME
LIKE THIS TREE, JUST HERE
TO WISH YOU INTO ROOTEDNESS.
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