For *those that have just lost their keys *those that are well-versed *inebriated ones *wanderers *mermaids *those that belong elsewhere *whippersnappers *marvelous ones *those that are not included in this classification *those that flutter because the moment is fleeting *boundless ones *those colored with slippery fingerpaint *others *those that resemble someone I know from a distance

Monday, June 25, 2012

the second poem i wrote about you

the truth is, i don't want to write about you

perhaps it was easier when you were a secret
curled tightly against the line of god's palm
i could look at you and see nothing
but crazy hair and a belly
never suspecting the gold in your veins
the delight of measuring the curve of your skull
with my fingertips

i just assumed it was because of
1. 876 days of celibacy
2. ovulation
3. the moonlight
4. the scotch
5. the clouds and
6. the shy cat perched a few feet away just wanting to be petted
that i wanted you to kiss me

i didn't realize god was opening his hand

i saw you walking in the garden
sweet and lonely
and i thought
"oh fuck."


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