A Poem Every Day

we found this monster under the bed which we accepted with a shared glance even knowing that it would gobble us up and we’d let it at first out of guilt for a lost pup but enjoying the noisy disappearing act by the end of it as the last limbs were slupred down

there’s a part of you right now that wants you to remember a time when things were fine not good but not fuzzy but it doesn’t want to say anything because you have to weed the garden you just have to that’s how gardens work and that’s how intention works or doesn’t

the sound of stones on stones is just what it sounds like when worn feet are rebuilt against the creek bed

the part where it was overlapped wilds and traced words where it wasn’t drama was hushed with just a little give that’s where we sat in the nook of each other leaning in really close some fingernails and lifted shirts

it’s this heat it’s this goddamn

there are meanings and there are stuffs that crack open lone and (bones) willing

I am a weird hyb- rid creature but see not every- body wants that

what we hear when we eavesdrop? certainly not blood when my ears are antennae and hearth a kind of heather pink noise that kind of puzzle piece that fits but doesn’t

when you’re hashtag-blessed and your pantry is fully stocked it takes a while to fuck-you, to salad with everything you got

I couldn’t remember my dreams this morning, but that’s okay, I’m not always going to, but I can remember the day we met.

it would be too easy to make a total eclipse of the heart joke insert here and play guilty ironic and easy just as easy to roll eyes like marbles into the center but also just as tough just feel something and know it

I loved how you called the next day to tell me how much you loved my hand on your belly

the pain of losing socks is no match for the yesss of sleeping nothing but sheets against the firmness of the day just now

that’s some good sky there, sky, credit for big love and impossible gradations

four tart apples and a very dark chocolate bar like unapologetically tannic, I like to try my identity by fire and a grocery list

do I want a hug? I say always but it doesn’t mean always it’s just how I feel at this moment which comprises always and means that

I’ll remember my dreams you remember your head we’ll see what face we build