init.
"What I'm getting at is that there's not really much in between the two. And while you may not think about it like that anymore, if you ever did in the first place--but that's beside the point--even if you never did, that's how I think about it now. Because love has changed for me. The way it feels, the way it makes me act, have changed. And maybe it's something to me, now, that you no longer recognize. That's all I mean."
At night on the water
Scared of the taste of
Ripstik on glass.
Distracted, basting a
button-mash class,
mad dash for the door.
I think we should leave;
outside there’s a floor,
butane rain watering more
westerly winds than we’d
catered before. In the canoe,
You wiggle and wobble, lose
a new shoe. Almost, you
topple. Sinking through ink
by a sponge’s hovel, he
screams, don’t let go!
But you have already let go.
I hold a moon in my hand and wish upon it:
May we remain when the last needle falls.
Listen to that woodpecker;
can you hear the wind? All over
these acres, lives
begin.
A sentence is served,
and copied word for word. And
if we search with feverish
thirst, I think we’ll find
a third.