unite

everything is what it isn’t
and that’s not fair, but it is

without imagination, none of this would be any fun

let go

thank you

it’s like it’s not ever good enough
at the bottom
because it’s not the bottom, is it?
i can still dig
and that’s where i’m going
it’s where i am
and i belong
digging at the bottom

and the window is doing just fine
i know what this room looks like dark
and back to darkroom red to write this for you and i
goodnight
i love you in your september
and i sleep next to the interstate around sunrise
sincerely, with all my love
yours truly

i have come to thank you
through cough and stagger
i feel as if i’ve just learned to write a poem

“the writer’s empty ships in bottles”

in love
i wear both the shield
and the blindfold
which often makes it more difficult
to maneuver the anchor
and explore the island