today i get to reassemble my place
do some dishes
two mugs
two plates same size
etc
dirty laundry
muse upon the dirty laundry
make the bed
sing to myself
yearn for more
glutted and yet
still yearning
put me to bed
lay down the beast in me
not a rough beast
slightly less than human
kiss it on the forehead
blow softly through its hair
“you may rest”
and so too i may rest
what happens sometimes
is uncontrollable
and my mind is mostly a garden
sometimes the woods at night
where things grow weird and harsh
and i think i am alone
when my hand is still warm from hers
this discordance is a delight
one of those rare things
bed of nails
repulsive cheese
and this
to know without feeling what i know
is a betrayal of sorts
it undoes what we have done
(so deliciously)
all weekend
all year
but i may feel this
i cant help that
but also
i may know im wrong
and feel small shame
this small life of mine is unexpanded
and so is dark and rich
also
i am like the radio
better yet
she is like the dawn
and me
and my little feelings
a tree full of birds
they sing for her
then scatter
