Yes, Peter.

the landscape has disintegrated

and your tether—

the end curls

of happy

So hold on, Peter.

as the ink puddle

of dawn

begets

the tear

of wings

and you, Peter

you

can fly

escape

to the irrational

side

of infinity

and be

everything

trace

the iris

of the Eye

of God

nebula

spark

as an ember

from a dying

bonfire

be

the pillow-sigh

after

uproarious

laughter

and never take

that exit

to the second

star

on the right

Because you are the happy thought, Peter.

Aren’t you tired

of falling?

I’ll hold

your grey-white

catch you

in my overcast

We’ll wear the same

monochrome

my grey top

frayed jeans

to your grey top

frayed jeans

puddle-splashing

in worn out

galoshes

and I’ll keep

your promise

of weaved

hands

past wrinkle

and let you

go

a linger

past

cupped

warmth

a trickle-slip

through

hollowed

hands

i love

the way

you turn

ominous

with the flip

of a number

and how

your end

becomes

soft space

to land

i love

your topsy-turvy

as black cats

become saviors

and broken

mirrors—webs

of rainbow

i love

how you are

a day

past despair

and fear—

forgiven

Hello and Goodbye.

I looked

for you

with scooped-out

eyes

and this thing

in my chest

and I’m still

looking

unseen,

you’re

raining

in all four

chambers

pumping

stardust

tears

out of

socket

voids

but I’m still

looking

I’m worn.

jaded

blinking in

blue light

past the lump

of swallowed Ls

listless

laconic

leaden

lulled

but i’m learning

its loops

the chaotic spiral

reset

of a sea-salt

soul

it’s slow breaths

sad songs

and sliver moon

and learning

to count past

five

I’m learning to count past five

Dear New Year’s Eve,

your voice

unfurls soft

whispering

let go

and I’ll catch you

close

rest

and touch

the broken

parts of you

gentle

i’ll hold you

and your

space

between

breaths

exhale

You are safe

{you carry us all}

the bedraggled traveler

& their

lost luggage

the food coma dreamers

& their

infinite leftovers

the drunkards

& their

abandoned hope

the yule tide witch

& their

sliver moon

the sleepy children

& their

untame

the golden agers

& their

kairosclerosis

the rest of us

& our

fever dream

extant

we,

decanted

breathless

into your lukewarm

embrace

a bruised solace

of limitless

inside

your liminal

space

may we find

each other

again

these earthquakes

between

us

fracture binary

into endless

and i hide

behind shivers

of thirst

slow-sipping

this

heat

into blindness

i cannot see

only

touch

the thousand cuts

of goodbye

the hard contours

of slake

and the absence

of space

between

us

you’ve

gone

hastened

the sun

to devour

the moon

yet i linger

within

your hourglass

cadence

drip me

silvern

drop me

blank

write me

anew

je t'adore

’neath tender

wrinkle

the sun

I trace

its carved

light

upon your

skin—a

map

to follow

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