Thursday, August 16, 2018



and I shouldn't have to ask,
but I will,
because everyone else does,
and that should be enough---

more than 1995 anyway,
more than that---

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

This and That

I could do better,
I've said it before,

but I only wanted to be here,
with you,
where best felt like it had enough obstacles to still be interesting,
where better meant promising,

not broken---

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Slap So

Maybe we were less than we thought we were,
and more than they needed us to be,
but certainly not enough for ourselves,
definitely not,

and maybe that was all that mattered,
even if we couldn't see it,
even if we couldn't touch it,
or hold it,
or make it happen,

and if I was having dreams where my mind was changing,
where my gut was,
I knew it would be okay,

because I had those checks and balances,
the ones in between my fingertips---

2008, and then some

Miss miss,

bang bang

opt out,

said same—

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Permission Slip

You didn’t know I existed,

yet anyway,
but I did—

very well, in fact,

but I didn’t have to get involved,
not that way,
not that—

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Ugly, Thag Kind

She’s not fast,
she’s not anything—

at least not what you think she is—

I can’t even imagine—

Friday, August 10, 2018


Just wait,

and one day,
we’ll look back on the talkies and laugh

Thursday, August 9, 2018

The Dramaturg

Sometimes things were just good,
the way they were,
and they didn't need obstacles,
or tantrums,
or great divides,
or white knights,
or ravines,
or triangles,
or second thoughts,
or misgivings

and they didn't need to zig,
or zag,

or acts,
straight lines were okay,
and satisfying,

and no one was leaving in hopes of the road

Wednesday, August 8, 2018


I wanted to read it,
a bit more,
just to figure out what was going on,
in and out of my mind,

it wasn't as malicious as everyone made it out to be,
it wasn't what they said it would be,
it was scissors,
and voyeurism,
and nonsense,

and saying people deserve things when they don't determine that themselves,
is nonsense,

absolute nonsense

Five Percent

They all wrote it,
and you stole that time from me,
that notion that uncertainty was human,
and not something to fear,

you stole that from me,
and without pause—

Monday, August 6, 2018


The change was palpable,
the time,
all of it,
and I knew things they would like,
would need,
would want us to do,
but not to worry,

things would always go back to the way they were,
ironed out,
different but the same
boring but new for someone,

and sooner or later,
he would break your heart,
and you would mine,
and we would loop the rings again


You already have,

you know,
you already have,

and this was wildly inappropriate—