for a while I sat there staring

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.

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