a little warm air-
An Angel Finally Admits What She Knows to
Lou Binkler of Bethany, Missouri [catie rosemurgy]
Some people weren’t meant to eat a New York Strip.
Some people weren’t meant to actually touch the amniotic ocean. Some people Lou,
weren’t meant to wiggle their ten toes in the sand and say
Hey! Those waves are nibbling everything away
besides me!
Some people weren’t ever meant to fall from the sky. Some people,
ya gotta have faith there’s a reason for them. They don’t even try
to defy gravity, no matter how see-through your dress or how long you float, blond and stiff nippeled, right over them.
Still you whisper I’m not the moon you fool.
But some people just weren’t meant to understand English. Or time and space.
Some people weren’t meant to know the rush of stars past their terribly bone encased heads.
But never mind heaven.
Let’s start from the beginning
Some people were never meant to be born
with two legs. Some people weren’t meant to go to college
and then keep a clean house. Some people weren’t meant to perfect their vibrato in a spotlight, or to shake when they kill a fourteen point buck. Some people were not meant to be let outside. Ever. Some people, it sounds silly, weren’t meant to own pets.
Some people weren’t meant to be touched. or inhaled or lifted off the ground.
Or penetrated. Or believed. Or fed. Or lived with. Some people
weren’t meant to sleep well, or put up with this world past the age of 25. Some people weren’t meant to see their own blood. Or give any away.
To save rare babies. Do you see the golden plan, Lou?
Some people weren’t meant to walk
into the pasture reflected in a wild mustangs eyes.
Some people weren’t meant to shoot a pop can off a fence post and feel good about it. Some people weren’t meant to nurse a pigeon with a broken beak. Some people weren’t meant to look at the sun and blink as slowly as other people pull a blanket over a baby. Some people weren’t meant to be alone. Some people weren’t meant to ever stop smiling, sleeping, and holding sticky baby fingers that pull their mouths down into a terrible drool. Some people weren’t meant to stop kissing long enough to thank god.
some people, let me try to touch you
where you’ve never been touched before while I say this. Some people, I’m sorry Lou, my touch must feel just like your own familiar ache plus a little warm air.
Some people, come here Lou,
weren’t meant to ever fall in love in the first place.
Lou Binkler of Bethany, Missouri [catie rosemurgy]
Some people weren’t meant to eat a New York Strip.
Some people weren’t meant to actually touch the amniotic ocean. Some people Lou,
weren’t meant to wiggle their ten toes in the sand and say
Hey! Those waves are nibbling everything away
besides me!
Some people weren’t ever meant to fall from the sky. Some people,
ya gotta have faith there’s a reason for them. They don’t even try
to defy gravity, no matter how see-through your dress or how long you float, blond and stiff nippeled, right over them.
Still you whisper I’m not the moon you fool.
But some people just weren’t meant to understand English. Or time and space.
Some people weren’t meant to know the rush of stars past their terribly bone encased heads.
But never mind heaven.
Let’s start from the beginning
Some people were never meant to be born
with two legs. Some people weren’t meant to go to college
and then keep a clean house. Some people weren’t meant to perfect their vibrato in a spotlight, or to shake when they kill a fourteen point buck. Some people were not meant to be let outside. Ever. Some people, it sounds silly, weren’t meant to own pets.
Some people weren’t meant to be touched. or inhaled or lifted off the ground.
Or penetrated. Or believed. Or fed. Or lived with. Some people
weren’t meant to sleep well, or put up with this world past the age of 25. Some people weren’t meant to see their own blood. Or give any away.
To save rare babies. Do you see the golden plan, Lou?
Some people weren’t meant to walk
into the pasture reflected in a wild mustangs eyes.
Some people weren’t meant to shoot a pop can off a fence post and feel good about it. Some people weren’t meant to nurse a pigeon with a broken beak. Some people weren’t meant to look at the sun and blink as slowly as other people pull a blanket over a baby. Some people weren’t meant to be alone. Some people weren’t meant to ever stop smiling, sleeping, and holding sticky baby fingers that pull their mouths down into a terrible drool. Some people weren’t meant to stop kissing long enough to thank god.
some people, let me try to touch you
where you’ve never been touched before while I say this. Some people, I’m sorry Lou, my touch must feel just like your own familiar ache plus a little warm air.
Some people, come here Lou,
weren’t meant to ever fall in love in the first place.