The torrent swift and rising compelled me south I reached to you that we might be saved together You already knew how to walk on water waltz on air
Tehran
Of the places in the world we are not welcome this is one Which, of course makes the idea all the more compelling I pause and wonder at the destinations in myself I have declared forbidden And what permissions must be sought to meet myself there
Stranger
What inside you needs healing needs loving disturbs your sleep and wakes you with sharp points? What have you been stuffing down sitting on carrying in odd packages and bundles? You hope one day a stranger will come and relieve you No one ever told you: You can give it all away
Zero F*cks
I want to love this world fast and slow Some days I say I give zero fucks and something about a rat's ass but we both know that is my heart begging for an end to disappointment If I knew how to care less I would
This is the second in the “Fucks” challenge with a trio of poet friends
Polyglot
Today I spoke three languages and unwittingly more by how I held myself and walked, laughed, waived as small children craned their necks at the sight and sound of me I assure you I said nothing important or memorable in air, page, or screen and yet I will still call it good
Moonshine
Already drunk you introduce yourself to me a second time I am past loving wounded men wounding men But am mesmerized as you rhapsodize I imagine your apple pie moonshine and the bite of that West Virginia night
Architect Crush
We haven't met but I have places I long for you to fill or, better, empty Lines to be drawn and others to erase room to exhale in some simple space
Woods
If you don’t go out into the woods, nothing will every happen and your life will never begin.
Clarissa Pinkola-Estes
If you smile once more you know I'll have to speak don't tempt me to go to your door or out into this gentle evening or even into the wide world to follow the warmth of your voice Woods, alight with tender green nothing will keep me from you there will I curl close under your arm ever nearer to breathe happen to drift languid and rest under your gaze your heart beating in my ear life still-standing will I be able to wake or never leave this moment to begin or drift again?
Last Word
I don't fight for the last word the way some others do though maybe I should sometimes There might be things to say with finality and import declarations or farewells You spoke my name that day without urgency or demand unwitting balm to years of grief I was your last word.
Provisions
There are days to come prepared stocked with provisions for every potentiality Today is not that day God into this world your very own unburdened Let the good come to you from hands both known and new all of it, every blessing
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