THE WAY THINGS ARE.

Asking rhythm to quit-
to stop and wait and
dissipate rapidly
into the air around my breath
   as I
Quiver sinfully knowing
THE END IS OVER
    And I begin
   to wait
    a bit slower
to wade
    a bit deeper
      to search
            find
            seek
            her
   here, i’m (her)e
alonely knowing
    nothing more
and calmly, however
simply
    i just keep tossing
that bone.

i like that…

that bone the ones that don’t keep you together just make you shift

come agin

conversation, yes, but i’m not really listening. i’m just bouncing off all these walls you create to amaze- 4 years ago you were 16, you say, and i say okay.

sorry- you’re absent- i’m not sure how i’d ever say anything to you any other way.