Aug 18, 2009 17:52
Two Poems that I am working on:
dear Maya,
i think i would have named
her after you/ baby storm in
yellow dresses and swinging braids
playing tag in the gutter/ if she
had been more than clots
creeping
down the drain
every loss is a
possibility they say
i hope you were too busy
growing into your world to feel
deserted, just know there’s nothing
to be scared of when the time
is right to leave, and please
forget what i said about seasons
mis(s) and carry
empty is heavier
than our habit of looking
for reasons; the actual
us. have you ever risen
in the night to find the world
dissolving? this is how we
come to love-spare and un-
resolved. I could tell you
about blood, but
there is nothing to be scared
of, I am becoming; a new
mania to fathom. Today I
felt like a bellied feast, half
digested and insatiable, some
times I’m an outer edge
gutted by wind. Look,
how we’ve made a ritual
of choosing each other how
distance can be sacred. Look,
how the sun rises over
a deserted highway: we will
never run out of places to hold.