Things



You should know I’m half drunk half empty
and totally careless love aspires to this water

it surrounds us invisibly forever it is raining
pills into the sea and the fish are happy

I would dog-paddle eleven miles just to stare at your breasts
I once circled something truly useful and then lost it

I do it every day
stare at your breath as it floats away
at the ripe age of someday





The Driving Metaphor, 3 Sentences



I guess I thought the trees would have
done something by now, but they just
stand there, dumb as wood.



Embedded, where ever you are, in
seminal wind, I say it to the ceiling:
don’t give out on me.



By the colloquial light of the microwave,
I am learning to expect nothing,
not even loss.