Floating, Brilliant, Gone

Bury the boys who look like your brother and wrap yourself around a picket fence to whom you will only ever be a dream.

How the dog knows why it’s kicked, declawed by what it calls friend.

I’ll hold all your terrific ugly.

The key to dying is to breathe unconditionally.

One time a different woman built my body inside her body. Then my body left hers.

What if sadness is the secret to everything?

Be the beating myth to his tin man chest. Be sesame oil to his white bread.

My lover who is here is here.

He is here and loves me. And that’s the first and last reason.