NEVER BELITTLE THIS
BODY AS A WINTER
AS SILENT GREY
ALWAYS REVEL IN ITS
EVENT IN ANOTHER COUNTRY
FRIGHTENED FROM A
A LONGER AND
OF A SUMMER
ARRIVE AS A FRIEND
WHETHER PATIENT OR
A MIRACLE THE LIPS
I DREAMT OF HERDS
THEN A BACK
ARCHING IN FRONT
A MULTITUDE WAS ANGLING
TOWARDS THE BEACH
TO WATCH THE WHALES
THEN BE RESTORED
AS THE ORCAS SPUTTERED
THEIR EYES GROWING
DARK AS THE OCEAN
AND THEN BLANKNESS
MY FRIENDS GAZING
WITH THEM I TRACED
AND SHOUTED A PATH
PADDED OUR CLOTHES
PLUSSED OUR BANK
AND DISPERSED FOR
AS MORE AND MORE
PARENTS DROPPED US
OFF AT SCHOOL
OFFERING THEIR THOUGHTS
LATE IN THE
A PEACH THAT
SINKS YOUR TEETH
LOOKING FOR YOUR VOID
I BROKE SHOULDER BLADE
MARKED UP EVERY
SPIN AND SPIN
IN YOUR PARKING LOT
DENTED SPINDLY WEEDS
I COULD BURY MYSELF IN ANOTHER
OR KNOW THE STRENGTH OF MY OTHER
ALIVE IN MY ONENESS
AWAKE AND REDRESS
EACH COLORED MORNING
IF THE INFATUATIONS
THERE ARE MANY
TO DWELL ENDLESS
A SIMPLE VISIT, OR
A PARK BENCH
ON A LENGTHY STAIR CASE
woosh wum (Ida)
Ida levels the long black barrel ahead
a deer that wrestles the loud forest floor
Ida breathes bold smoke into the flightless
brown and white and red and smothered clearing
those who live and who know
Ida bends the recent/distant mem’ry
into steel that separates the old skin
like one that peels apples
Ida slaps their body onto the bone
not reckless but knowing the due process
the lurch that is new soul
TODAY I WILL ACT IN LOVE. I WILL ACT ON HOW I THINK, TRUSTING AND TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY THOUGHTS. I WILL APPROACH CHALLENGES FROM A PLACE OF LOVE AND DEVOTE MYSELF TO THEM AS AN EXERCISE IN MY POWER. I WILL UNITE MY TRUTH WITH MY POWER. I WILL LEARN THE PRACTICE OF LOVING MYSELF.
NEVER LEAVE THE BUSINESS OF LEAPING. YOU LEARN TO LOVE THE GROUND AND THE AIR AND EVERYWHERE.
I WILL ALLOW THE SPIRIT TO SPEAK THROUGH ME. I WILL ACT IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE LOVE WITHIN ME. THE SPIRITUAL MAINTENANCE REQUIRED. TODAY WILL BE EXECUTED AS SUCH. I WILL REMAIN OPEN AND RECEPTIVE TO OTHERS POWER.
I WILL LEARN A LOVE YEARS ON. I LOVE TO BUILD MYSELF AND OTHERS. TO SOOTHE FEAR AND FORGIVE THOSE THINGS THAT LIMIT THE TURNING OF MY SOUL. I WILL REFINE LOVE. COAX MYSELF BACK FROM WANDERINGS THAT WOULD ONLY SERVE OLD DEFINITIONS. EMBRACE MISTAKE. REMEMBER FALLING IS ALSO FLYING. I WILL EXPOSE THE TRUTH OF MYSELF IN ACTS OF RADICAL PRIVACY.
APPROACH AND EXALT. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO ACT.
TODAY YOU CHOOSE LOVE OF YOURSELF AND THE GROWTH YOU DESERVE, THE GROWTH OTHERS DESERVE. HELP EACH OTHER. LET THE TURNING OF YOUR SOUL RELINQUISH CONTROL FROM FEAR. LIVE FOR THE WORLD. LET YOURSELF BREATHE IN UNCERTAINTY AND ACT.
WITH LOVE AND ADORATION. ENGAGE REST. SLEEP WITH DREAMS OF DEEP OCEAN. HERDS.
YOUR NEXT HOURS TO GLEE YOUR HEART ON YOUR PROGRESS. TO SEE YOUR SUCCESS AND MISTAKES AS ONE LINKED TO YOUR LOVE AND YOUR PASSION. EACH ONE KNOWING THE OTHER AS NATURAL, AS THE BOUNTY AND PRICE OF EXPANSION. LOVE TO ALL THOSE WHO SUPPORT YOU AND YOU TO THEM.
YOUR TRAVELS A GEM AND YOUR RECONNECTING A REWARD. A CHANCE TO FULLY EXPRESS THE FULL CORE OF YOUR LOVE AND TO REVEL IN GENEROSITY. FORGIVE YOURSELF THE PAST AND CARRY YOUR IMPROVEMENTS FORWARD. YOU CAN.
YOUR LOVE FACES ITS TESTS TODAY AND THROUGHOUT ALL. YOU ARE WORTHY OF YOUR SOUL AND ITS TURNING. ITS FOLDING BACK AND FORTH. YOUR LOVE FOR OTHERS AND THEIR LOVE THE HANDS GIVING BACK AND FORTH. THE MAINTENANCE OF YOUR LOVE. TODAY IS A BREAKDOWN. TODAY IS FOR REPAIR. TODAY IS FOR KINDNESS AND GENTLE APPLICATION OF YOUR HAPPINESS TO YOUR LOVE.
YOU LET LOVE IN. AND LOVE RECEIVES YOU.
EVERY TWEAK AND TWITCH. YOUR LOVE CONTINUES ON AND SLOWLY OPENS ITSELF TO THE WORLD AND THE RESPONSIBILITY OF ITS TRUTH. YOURS IS FOR OTHERS AND THEIR LOVE ABUNDANT. SLEEP WITH EACH OTHER’S DREAMS.
DREAMS YOU SET FOR YOUR LOVE. THE ENDLESS WALK TOWARD ETERNITY. YOUR LOVE FLOWING FROM OUT YOUR BODY. GROWTH IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. PROGRESS OF YOUR AND YOUR OTHER’S SOULS. EACH DAY A GIFT AND SONG. LIVE FOR YOURSELF AND THE KINDNESS YOU CAN GIVE. MOMENTS DON’T NEED TO RUN AWAY WITH YOU. THEY CAN FILL YOU ENTIRELY WITH YOUR PRESENT SPIRIT. YOU’VE THE RIGHT TO YOUR LOVE. REMEMBER YOUR KINDNESS AND STRENGTH. REMEMBER ALL THE LOVE FOR YOU. AND ALL THAT YOU’LL DO. HOW MANY NEW LIVES BEGIN AGAIN. YOU’RE BETTER AT PROGRESS THAN YOU KNOW.
YOU LOVE GUIDES YOU TO WHERE YOU’RE MOST FREE. TRUST IN YOUR LOVE AND ITS LARGER OUTLOOK. YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH TO CHANGE YOUR SITUATION AND LIFT YOURSELF AND OTHERS TO THEIR HEIGHTS. REVEL IN THE SOLITUDE YOU’VE BEEN GAINING. EACH DAY FINDS YOU CHANGING. YOU ARE LOVED AND YOU ARE GETTING BETTER AT LOVING YOURSELF. ALL IS ABUNDANT AND REVEALED, SLOWLY.
YOU GIVE VOICE AND VOLUME TO YOUR LOVE. YOU OPEN YOURSELF TO CREATION AND ENGAGE ITS EVERYNESS. YOU CARRY YOUR TRIUMPHS AND EXPERIENCES INTO EACH DAY. YOU LIVE. YOU LIVE BY CHOICE AND THROUGH YOUR DEATH YOU LIVE. YOU ARE FREE IN THE HOLIEST WAY. LIVE YOUR LOVE.
FORGIVENESS AND GRATITUDE. YOUR LOVE OPENS THE GATE TO YOUR SOULS REVOLUTION. THE HEART AND SOUL CONNECTIONS YOU CREATE AND STEWARD AS PART OF YOUR LOVE ETHIC. AND ENDLESS RENEWAL. SEE THE STRENGTH OF HEART YOUR LOVED ONES INSPIRE. YOU ALL ELECT YOURSELVES THE BENEFICIARIES. RETURN TO LOVE. RETURN TO SOLITUDE. PRACTICE THEM. FAITH IN THE MOMENT AND ITS COMMUNICATION.
END OF TRAVEL. BUILDING YOUR LOVE ETHIC ACROSS SPACE. ENLIVENING YOURSELF. THE BEAUTY AND VARIETY OF THOSE YOU LOVE. BRING EACH DAY CLOSER IN ACCEPTANCE OF LOVE. OF DEATH AND LIVING.
SLOW RECLAMATION OF YOUR FACULTIES. ALL FILLING THE THOUGHTS AND QUESTIONS YOUR LOVE SUPPLIES. CONTINUING WITH BALANCE. EMBRACING CLEAR MIND AND INTIMATE CONNECTION TO THE SOUL. CONTINUAL REVELATION AND ENGAGEMENT. APPROACH ALL WITH TRUE DESIRE. FORGIVE.
YOUR CHALLENGE IS YOUR CHANCE. YOUR LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING FEED YOUR CONFIDENCE. EVERGREEN AND EVER GROWTH. YOU ARE SPILLING INTO A BIGGER CONTAINER. OVER THE EDGE AND INTO THE AIR. ALL ABUNDANT TONIGHT. ALL THE EFFORT AND KINDNESS. YOU ARE LOVED.
FRIENDSHIP REVEALS A COMMUNAL ASPECT OF YOUR LOVE. HISTORY AND THE COMBINED PURSUIT OF ALL YOUR IDEOLOGIES. YOUR PATHS ENDLESS ALONG EACH OTHERS ROUTES. YOU WILL KNOW THE LOVE AND BASK. A DESERVED REUNION AND EXALTATION FOR ONE ANOTHER. THE BEST AND HOLIEST LOVE.
AWAKENED BY LOVE. AND HOLDING HANDS WITH THE LONG MARCH. YOUR CHALLENGE ALLOWS FOR EXERCISE AND EXPLANATION. BUILD EVEN IN THE RAIN. YOU ARE ENDURANCE AND KINDNESS. BELIEVE. FORGIVE. LISTEN. LOVE IN EVERY SMALL WAY WHEN YOU ARE ABLE. COMMUNE WITH YOURS AND THE SPIRIT. ALLOW YOUR SUN. YOU ARE LOVED.
YOUR MEMORY AND SOLACE. THE WARM NATURE OF SOLITUDE. YOUR LOVES RESTORATIVE PRACTICE. ENGAGED IN THOUGHT AND THE AIR. BREATH ABUNDANT. COMPASSION FOR THE BODY’S LONE POWER. AWAKE. REVEL. LIVE.
OPEN IN YOUR LOVE. LOUD IN THE MAINTENANCE. CALM IN THE DARK. BUILDING THE LIGHT. A RELAXED HABIT. NO LONGER A SENSE. MORE OF A HAPPENING. PATIENT AND LOVING. ALIVE.
LOVE MORE THAN EVER. IN YOUR DREAM. HERDS.
YOUR LOVE REVEALS ITSELF WHEN NEEDED. REFLECTION AND SOLITUDE ARE POWERFUL TEACHERS WHEN FED ENOUGH TIME. FOCUS ON THE SPIRIT AND THE REMEDY OF HOPE. THE HOLY SOLACE OF PATIENCE AND APPLICATION OF LOVE.
TODAY WAS A LOVE THAT IS MATURING. CONTINUE THE COURTSHIP.
YOUR LOVE ASKS FOR YOUR ENDURANCE TO THRIVE. YOU POSSESS THE SKILL AND FORETHOUGHT TO BUILD YOURSELF WHOLE. THE LOVE ETHIC ASKS FOR INTEGRITY AND IT ASKS FOR FORGIVENESS. FORGIVE YOURSELF WHEN THE PAST VISITS. DESERVING OF LOVE.
NO LOVE ILLICIT. ALLOW IT BRILLIANT AND RESOURCED FROM YOU. CYCLE AND GIVE. FORGIVE.
MEMORY SERVES YOU IN YOUR PURSUIT OF LOVE. TO FORGIVE AND GAIN EVIDENCE IN SUPPORT OF YOUR ABUNDANCE. LIVE THROUGH. LIVE LONG IN EACH MOMENT. AND FOCUS ARRIVES LIKE A COOL HAND. ABSOLUTELY.
CONTINUALLY BORN INTO LOVE. EACH MOMENT AN EXALTATION EITHER SILENT OR NO. EITHER WAY. A PATH TOWARDS LIFE WHILE COMFORTING THE REALITY OF DEATH. A SOLACE AND UNENDING STREAM OF ENERGY. A LIFELINE. THIS LOVE. WINDOWS AND BEAMS. CEMENT OF FORTUNE. ABUNDANT ABUNDANT EVER EVER.
SLEEP AND PROGRESS. WHAT THE BODY LEARNS TO LOVE IN SLUMBER. HOWEVER FLIGHT IMBIBES LEGS TOO PLANTED. YOUR LOVE LEGLESS AT THE WATERFRONT. A CURRENT. A SOLITUDE. A LONG WALK ALONG. BREATHE THE EXPANSION OF THE LAST WEEK. ALONG. ALONG.
BUILDING A SLOW HOME FOR LOVE. PATIENCE WITH YOUR LOVE AND OTHERS. ENTICE SILENCE AND EAT ENOUGH TO JUST FILL. FORGIVE EVERY ARTICLE OF YOUR LIFE’S SCHOLARSHIP. WRITTEN WITH WHAT TOOLS WERE ON HAND. EVER. LOVELY. EVERNESS OF YOUR LOVE.
…gives meaning to the wilderness of spirit I am living in.
– bell hooks, all about love
mantra in an underground
your finger draws the bead of sweat down my forehead
each heat in me radiating inward into your thin point
what, this baptism
what, this turning of the soul
and endless from the corner humming
wander ladder (*warning, this is a weird poem)
Part 1: I returned with a smile. With a long exhale. That restored the rhythm. Eventually, a harmony. Bombardier belonging. To vision. In the company of loved ones. Alone. Awake in it.
Less alcohol. Less sex and more long pauses on each others chests. Hadn’t felt intimacy since August 22nd 2017. This was not a problem – more, a circumstance (well it was a big problem for a bit there, ya).
Drank drank it in. I remember breathing it directly into the skin.
A partner. A lounging search for one. Or, prefer knowing now the slow turning of soul that is solitude. Took time. Taking time. Takes. Lives happily at the bottom of the lake 🙂
Now. Melt with the windows.
Part 2: My friends lately. Bend down. Their breath bold smoke in the cold. Their champion. Are we going to be ok? Well…yes. Their love and mine in utero.
These Babes. They’re wild-longing. I know these, the most impressive people.
They lend each other rain.
They’re just, lil bubbos.
Part 3: Well, love does take shape. No need to set fire.
at the sudden loving
this is what they spoke of
when they spoke of happiness
when they mentioned maintenance
as the true act of love
every door seems larger, longer
like the constant flush of oxygen
that remedies a wound
yes the gratitude
yes the sudden realness
yes the flooding song
at the edge of the celebration
comes the ritual bend of ribs
as they wait for expanding lungs
awake in an abandoned
search for the tongue
claim my family hand
on heaving shoulders
this is not cheap
this absolute pursuit
or the soaring
that is knowing others
waiting at home
and helpful for it
a sister’s child
is alive and warming
the inner arms
of those who hold him
arrives baby Leo,
Regular slick flow, and a held hiccup
Feels sweet you know, after a few minutes
After a few minutes, shoulder socket aches
A numb hand, and a swelling lip
Every every night we total, and paper spits out
The report works well, to keep track
To keep track, and settle our accounts.
Your account of me, might mismatch
When I’m down, near your knees
When it’s mugged, the air and heat
You finally feel your skin, and a touch
What’s twitching, your need or your hunger
Your need or your hunger, is it any difference?
With a broiling, and a hug wrapped thick
Slide into pants, slide into blue jeans
Both of us a shiver, out late in the back
and it suddenly-
Recall a sun, gentrified
In its glow, its setting hums
We were both settling, into an eventual humdinger
We were both in love with, and out of
We were both, fluid and skimmed at the top
When the cream lands, it splats
Then dries in the day, then a dog licks it
Then a dog licks it, and others recoil
At the sight, at the singleness of this dog
This dog licking spoiled, and then along it trots
With a smile, relaxed and spilled across a snout.
I left with a smile, I left with a sharp inhale
Eyes twitching from stress, and a machination
That bends every choice, into a marathon
Into a marathon, is how most enter
Is how most enter, telling of their exit
Sometimes it’s just worth it, an enthralling
An enthralling, and digestion
And digestion, comes after a sickness of fullness.
Were you at home, when your original desire
Locked eyes and held you, worked a foreign air
Languid and disruptive, and destined to bend
And destined to bend, you did bend
But with a poker in hand, the whole way tense
The whole way tense, the whole way unrelenting
Even if the goal, never resembling that original
Seemed to hunch like a beacon, a hill unknown
And launching toward, a regular durge.
It rained, it rained for one million years
And your oceans filled, though they filled slowly
And you brought life, in and around wherever
It could fit, it could push through placenta
Warm lines of air, flowing directly into
Flowing directly into, never ceasing
Never ceasing, you brought in air
You brought in air, all around and warm
Will they know warm air, and the deafening
Of one million crickets, singing as the warmth drops.
Terror of the bed tonight, longing for an extra hour
Longing for an extra hour, and lounging in effortless
This will continue, and for months it will pour
It will spill onto passerby, and swish in their mouths
You’ll notice strengthening of muscles, and dirt
And dirt, will begin to collect in the corners
The noises will combine, to a fruitful chime
And bring you some solace, and time
And time, will continue through and back around
You’ll as a circle, rip tear and careen.
For the time being, careening is effortless
To stop the careen, to stop the floating
In the middle of the day, without the clocks wish
You’ll notice your second hand, and stop
And stop, it’s not worth the minimal effort
It’s not worth the minimal effort, but wait
Wait and you’ll receive, the effort of waiting.
What can be owed, to an eventual trust
The rushing blood of time, or the eternal.
Or the eternal, forever perched in mind
Overseeing not fate, but a sense of purpose
While direction is the end, and not a sense of purpose.
However you spend this time, will it not eventually end?
This is growth.
This is change.
A fun change this month – a new look! Collaborator/longtime friend/cousin Katie Hands graciously shared her work for this post in addition to tips on site design. Katie is a wonderful writer, and hosts her own blog, here. Please take a look.
This month we focused in on the theme of Patience – one that both of us have been wrestling through lately. It’s a trying time. As we know. The search for patience can sometimes feel like a lost cause. However, time takes its time. Brighter days. The revolution must be joyous.
Days gone by
by Katie Hands
There are many things
I never told you
Because I didn’t take the time
The words spilled out
Inside my head
Drowning out the rest
Those words I spoke
But didn’t speak
Haunt me to this day
There are many things
I should have said
But couldn’t form the words
Days go by
And each year ends
But the thought of you remains
And everything I never said
Will while away the days
For each new morning
And impending dusk
Will be the only remaining change
One day I’ll tell you everything
If given the chance to speak
And so I’ll wait in the days to come
I’ll wait for you patiently
by Alexander Gudding
*note: a “>” indicates a redirection of thought
when you want to be
this forest is for your tree
and your tree a forest
with a collapse
and winded, the branch
so too this feeling,
a late walk
jeans melting into
house lights enthralled
with their occupants,
the looks of
buildings brown’d against
a blu’ing sky.
and rules minds
and holds limbs.
a body touches
and a thought,
lengthens out over
a synapse tingles
over a head of
the spirit’s knuckles
crack and pop.
in times of unrest
its ink settles
at the edges of the
a heart it seems,
can change color(s).
as bones take
their time, their breadth.
what feels like waiting
under each other’s
listing gains like
and unlimited fervor
build in plain sight,
the runner stopped,
a body new to
its yearnings encounters
each new word, learning,
a body can be
as gentle as any
the morning will arrive,
all the same.
leaps as we
our hands are Beautifully
arranged on the face.
We tiptoe along each
other’s fault lines,
bend your face alittle
over your lease
up above the end of the street
your body out in public
healing in real time
your knee unlocks
eases itself into the lake
a warm body with
a cool top
you chose gentleness
in this new heat
how is strength always
hiding in the bending
how does it arrive w/
and lend uncertainty
a better blanket
to keep the air in
sitting content or
some kind of happy
on the stoop
through the past
friendships that glisten
new against the passing
as the entire pier
shifts from deeper
currents farther out
does it arrive w/ those
events nearly imperceivable
or a body’s back
on the wooden floor
a warm thing
and a hardness
linking Earth to
no need to hammer
them into submission
or die for the cause
in anticipation of
be the bear they say
an ursa major
how to balance the
with longer and longer
claws that push from
of a darkening sky
no matter if, or
when, an easier
some black lipstick
or blouse to entreat
a dance w/ a new version
on the street newly
no, not barren or
choosing an embrace
each others blood
take my hands
heap them on
until the dreams
their best parts
and then the drums
from out the mouth
out to the corner
join me in the flight
an annual event
yes the revelry
yes the red lanterns
yes the silence on the
edge of the celebration
we can escape there
Any time we need
the voice and lights
fading as we exit
Anddd we’re back. This month featuring the illustrations of Jacob Storer. We explored with some new styles, writing and painting in tandem, one medium influencing the other – and some slapdash random amblings.
There’s that fear again.
Peeking around the corner.
Framed against the purple.
Come to sabotage through silence.
Through the dark.
Light makes the biggest waves.
In their sighing.
As they slam into shore.
Bud, bud, just – relax
Tell me to relax
We spoke of patience earlier
And what that harboring
Could eventually unleash
As an ocean
Ribs spreading from within
Like fins from long ago
Our heads swell
With the sudden
Hold on we say
Throttling the dash
Amassing inner wealth
We’ll rim around again
Have to look don’t we
Even when we don’t know
What we’re looking at
Worth the business
Or spreading the wings of vision
Over the clouded sun
Our spots grow
As we glisten
Full on the air of place
We’ll apply a straight line
Thoughts like baleen
Unnerving sense of expansion
In crowded lines
Pointing both up and down
Ralphed all on
Is it an aerial view
We missed all along
Instead of a wall dripping
Pollen suddenly collects on the island and the corners disperse they seem to dwindle if nothing else and leave the rest of the shapes desolate of texture or populace as they spread from one island to the next to the next to populate and impose or direct the water’s flow now that the land has been had the land has been decided for, not with so attempted that it now submits to the growing blend
Too late for the islanders
Bridges have been built
Across acidic lakes
Lent to one another
An endless stream of dirt
That will eventually compress into a crown
Atop the holder’s head
Holds them all up
So, the format has shifted a bit, or really just the schedule.
We’ll go monthly from now on.
This Month, featuring the photography of Cole Witter.
Cole is a very skilled and thoughtful photographer, and has been doing some incredible work throughout NYC for the past couple of years. Luckily, he obliged me when asked if some of his photos could be featured on allthisthunder, and then generously provided the images that populate this post.
Please check out more of his work here.
find a flower. Butter it.
grease and satin. better now.
steely neck. arm wraparound.
all my friends. are dancers.
when you greet them.
some are made of steak. and horseradish.
the preferred dressing. they let melt in the sun.
all my friends. are nudely.
legs out. every hair immaculate.
when they greet you.
we mix colors. others don’t agree.
and slide together. a random joke.
we clean one another. of the AM.
and babble into. then learn our monsters.
how to greet them.
where to rest together. a community.
blooming in utero. atypical silos.
search for the staple gun. our needs.
they’re healthy. they’re brimming.
that’s how they greet you.
ida buried her grandmother just once
Ida plunges her plow into the ground
And cuts a single note through the cool earth
-but it’s graphic
-some earthworms die
Ida walks from the field burning a stick
And it’s all the field can do, not to sigh
-slick and weathered
-she muscles through
Ida buried her grandmother just once
Among that cloudless patch of grass and sand
-she felt garbled
-and rendered lite
Ida searches at dusk for what she found
Years ago on a similar sojourn
-there are worries
-she’s worried out
Ida returns to her robust memry’
When she was the depth of the ocean too
-when she poured
-her power out
Ida returns to her robust memry’
When her spine ran the length of the cliff long
-when she cracked
-a boulder halved
Ida leans her weight against the alone
-and sunset bends
in front of nature
Gawd these legs-
That walk took fucking forever—————————————————————-
*You fill me up
You know that/
You fill me
Sometimes you only seem lent to us
And i worry you’ll become a statue
For others to walk by in a tall room
And wonder at how-a-wonder
The time with you must have been
You’re so cut
I see your stomache
And mine is aching for yours
I’m full on you after, so
No stop shouting
Not so much
OK WHAT’s WRONG
Remember you’re from me
Remember my forearm
Remember several different waiting rooms
Remember the events
That lead to us
Push back to me – and that milk – rushes through – brand new – my eyes up at yours
I’m in control
Put some sunscreen on
a body borne.
why devote time,
to the sky.
but this animal
a thin body
and a pearl
does the circumstance
-dip the prodigy
“this will bring rain.”
THE SECOND-TO-FIRST TIME:
WHY, YOUR FOREARMS
RUN MY HANDS
BABY BOI JIBBERISH
OUT THESE MOUTHS.
THESE BODIES, BONES.
IS OUR SCENT
AS BLURRED TO YOU
AS IT IS
DOES YOUR FATHER
LAUGH LIKE MINE?
AND WOULD HIS
IN A FLABBERGAST,
TO KNOW ABOUT US?
DON’T TELL ME-
DON’T TELL ME-
HE HASN’T WONDERED
ABOUT THE DUST WE
LEAVE ON ONE ANOTHER.