to have it known

last year when I was in
the hospital for that thing
with my


you wouldn’t say it back
and I’ve known since
things had changed deeply in you

a person doesn’t confess love to have it returned
only to have it known
and, love, I’m too honest to
push or pull

I want you around like god, everywhere
all the time, shining
if she’s here at all, she’s like that
and we try to imitate

glints of your light fleck my shadow
my memory is a cosmos of your shining
and I hate any goodbye
but I can only be me to you
a mirror can only tell the truth
you’ll have to step in front of me
for me to see anything


a thousand thousand windows

what a view it must have been
from up there

her apartment in the city like another

traffic sounds far below you,
machines driven by ants
a thousand thousand windows

I wonder, did you wonder how long you
could stay there and miss me?
did the planet feel different with
so far away

did you hope that it would get easier
with time or distance?

I know the answer, and it’s okay to be honest,
who could blame you for honesty?

after all, the city is
they’re all so busy and alive, aren’t
they—look at the bastards living
down there

I’d want to be an ant too

still, someone ought to give warnings:

on a trip to Mars, bring a good book
because, my god, there’s nothing
out there



tips on staying in love…

find enough room, you’re going to need a large space
then gather paper, as much as you can steal
stack as neatly as you can, line the pages up by their edges
you’ll want to remember how things were, so be organized
fill completely, slip the last sheet of paper on top of
each stack snug to the ceiling
now, once the room is full, you’ll have to make a decision:
Keep Going / Stop
if you choose to Keep Going:
look around at the corners, all the pages you’ve put there
sift slowly and collect the bad ones, as many as you can
when it’s time to do it, you’ll know then
start pulling at your ribs, don’t worry they’ll open
put all the bad ones into your chest and strike a match
let the flames die down on their own time
this flamesetting practice you will call forgiving
find more room, get more paper, repeat
if you choose to Stop:
burn everything


The Ark

the first ones aboard
   were the raccoons

they pushed their way
      to the front of the line


instinct drove them

well, two by two isn’t
      two of a kind

yet, there they were
   acting like scavengers of a
      salvation that only
         can be found together

they laid on
   their backs in
      the belly of the ark

noticed how exposed
   . . .
   the rafters were

and together dreamed of new shores
   and of a reset to the entire world