253. Marblehead

When I came home from work today there was glass on the floor.
The window, next to the front door. The cat had bloody paws.

When waiting, time slows like sticky sap from a tree
and nobody wants to get their hands dirty. I think I'm out.
I'm not comfortable with this level of vulnerability.
There isn't even any skin left.

You are the lightning of my life. Am I the leaping crocodile?
I could hit my head on the curb and dream about you for days,
and when I wake up my hands will still go right through you.

I am tired of taking myself so seriously.
There is always a hidden dragon in the fields, but I just want it all
to look like gold, swaying and singing.

252.

When she loves you and she puts her hands inside of you

When it’s what you’ve wanted your whole life

And you can sleep through the night now, dreamless

Something that looks like peace, a spark in the fog

You are allowed to say it then, allow it to be yours:

Joy, joy, joy.

1. I know, it’s been quiet here. I haven’t been finishing anything. I start and I start, but something always happens. An ending is missing. A middle. I get bored. I get frustrated. I have so many pieces of poems, but nothing is fitting together somehow. 

2. How about a secret? Will that make up for it, for now? I am in love with someone and we keep ending up in the wrong places. I have never been in love with someone that was so scared of other human beings. We all are, sure, but I think the trick is to stick around and fight through it. Most of the time, he doesn’t stick around and fight through it, and I’m not sure what kind of person that makes me, for staying.

3. Above: I have three poems in this. I am very grateful. I am also not sure where you will be able to purchase it quite yet, but I will tell you as soon as I know.

4. Most of you are strangers, but I hope you are well all the same.