: superfly

one day i'll laugh at how

seriously i doubted

pop-stardom.

that day will be a Wednesday,

sunny but frigid, and i will smile
because i am dressed for it.

after dark i will wander

to a home i haven't found yet

and i will have doubles

of nothing.

my fridge
my bathroom shelf
my bedside table
my mantle and my closet
will only house contents that spark joy
when i touch them.

i will feel the presence
of everyone i've ever known on

my bookshelf.

this self will be carefully curated to remind me
i've been a star all my life.

i've been alone all my life.

: there's something about you

you got the lean

down, you got the come
down, you think you got me
down, silently

i will answer for everyone
i will speak the same way, but better
like butter

late night got you geared up
for winter. you're dry
dark and dimpled
i'm sheer tulle and ready for ruin

music spills
all over the hardwood
your bare arms
make waves

when you leave the room
i glow black
spinning loose, ripping tights

spelling everything wrong

i dance for no one.

: everyday every day

There are reasons
we eat over placemats
with lightweight silverware.

I need a knife that can cut
for me. I don't trust myself with
anything but pencils.

I open my mouth too fast
out loud and on paper, I say
your name; I will say it until I own it.

For tonight, I slipped a chapstick
into one of my zipper pockets
and forgot about it.

You're jotted on my
paper calendar; Now I will remember what we did
to each other every day, everyday.

: Anything's all right

i'm a joke. [beat]

whatever, i'm real.

you're not a joke.

you're a phenomenon.

i need to grow up.

i dont [beat] know [beat] how.

i dont [beat] know [beat] how.
i dont [beat] know [beat] how.

you'll know you've made it when you present a bowl

of house nuts.

S. Jackowitz

: "Two by two in the ark of the ache of it"

draw me pictures
draw me a bath
draw me a picture of a bath
draw me drawing in a bath
draw me drawing you a bath
draw me drawing you in a bath
draw me drawing you in
draw me drawing you
draw me drawing a door
draw me a door
then withdraw with me.




D. Levertov

: working hands

you scream your way inside

a deep breath.

my wind burnt cheeks

smile back, biting down with cold teeth.

you slide between fresh whites,

shimmy a light blanket over tight clothing.

i wonder,
how do you talk with so much hanging

from your neck, every word, gold.