Cry with loversWhen Fern let’s goThe Heartbreaking beautyOf being small No pleasure without hurtSo pick good poisonGet used to taking turnsAnd leave my islandAll bridges burnSo hit the roadDon’t listen to them telling me where to goI never really learnUntil my heart gives up on timing Clouds remind me ofMy mother’s voiceRedwoods stand silentlyAs I…
Poisoned or fertileThe roots are permanent Great-grandmother handed GrandmotherHer first of many ValiumBoth of them point out the most beautiful cloudsin the middle of conversations When the speed of things wears me down,I desire euphoria and cry at the site of thunderheads. Great-grandfather taught grandfatherHow to read, speak and write in ShameEach perfect word builds…
Wedding dress threads sewn carpet books in childrens’ shoe boxes stacked where now 83% of your practicing dissassociating is landfill photography. Is there no drug to erase the euphoria of a 5th grade swingset where in the wake of death, you swung high and relearned every pinhole camera moment you felt small kisses on sudden…