great weekend

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