there had been poems growing in my head
like ivy--one leaf unfurling after another
each day, a new strand
each strand, a new verse

one went--

a vast white room within my chest
peopled by empty glasses

and there stopped.  It was an image more than a poem, and never made it past that one little sprout.

another, I could walk down the street & add lines--

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My hands understand his body. My fingertips press in, pull in, palms cradle, knuckles brush. Skin and muscle, soft and giving, known and memorized ( Read more... )

Greg St. P: amanda. lots of love flying at a bajillion miles an hour
Amanda: BAM
Amanda: wow
Amanda: it's like getting hit by a feather pillow

( professions of love )

LOVE IS:
clear gummi bears
getting sunburned together
his perfect understanding of what I find beautiful
asking, and caring
mysterious as an unopened envelope
tickets in a folded envelope
folds in a blanket
that tension
in the air


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In this past hour, I forced the dog to swallow a heartworm pill and helped him forget about it with kind words and loads of affection ( Read more... )

I am a cat stretching myself out, clawbone to tailfuzz, in a patch of sunlight which passes between the apartment buildings of some smaller city in Florida to fall like moss on a quiet porch. In the background, a good friend is becoming beautiful on the bass guitar ( Read more... )

Love is incredible. Your skin your nose your mind your air your vibe, there's nothing more than this, I could live in this, I could give my soul to this. And there's nothing more than my skin my mind, you could live in my moments, you could give your soul to wake with me ( Read more... )

What is the physiology of a broken heart? Intellectually, I've gotten over it. Amanda, you can deal. You're strong. But there's that intangible organ nestled somewhere in the ribcage that won't let you forget, that keeps somersaulting in sorrow, that won't shut up ( Read more... )

I look up to this generosity. Subtle. Personal. Interpretable.

You're okay kid, say migration, exit strategies, and poetry.