Thursday, July 20, 2017

Dear heart, I miss

Dear heart, I miss
you, my lonely
companion, I
miss our lonely
baths the sound of water
in an empty flat the
sound of pages turning
the way it felt to be
in pain and unafraid or at
least only a little afraid,
I am wanting the sound
of our breath (my breath), lonely
Holly I heard you for a minute the other night
when the traffic fell silent,
at one o’clock in the morning I heard you
in the space between
one kiss and the next

Thursday, June 15, 2017

I don't know who I would be without

I don’t know who I would be without
someplace to be going—
if I couldn’t sit here
and be three hundred
miles away, I don’t
know how I would have
survived to this age. Childhood
is funny, all this
business of building
space ships, time
learning to become