
“Just hold that happy thought, Peter…”
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.
Dear January rain
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
Dear Friday the 13th
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
Dear Quadrantids Shower
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
Dear fifth day of the first month,
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
Dear pocket universe between Christmas and New Year’s,
{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
Us
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
Dear Solstice
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