every minute, the spectacle of the world astonishes me; it is so comic that I cannot understand how literature would expect to cope with it.

- Czeslaw Milosz

Stunning Gray

After all this,
still there is an issue
to confront.

Still an issue
that seeps
into who I am.

I want sustenance
and suddenly
you come from air.

After all this
there are times
that sticks form walls
in front of eyes.

Legs so thin
mine quiver.

dear love dream in a stolen scene,
do you impart all you once hoped for her to me
including long journies across countries,
impressions of hunched shoulders straightening?
do you ever wonder if this young sun will burn
out before your heart has a chance to heal?
or do your new dreams include the mere
intoxication of your body?

the bay moving to the right with trees

now that i'm young
i've come to believe
in the islands and the trees
and the breaking sound of knees,

and recently that love
isn't always
such a tease
though that might be
what it seems.

now that i'm young,
and the sky is full of glee,
the tickling sound of wind
feels like my outward seams.

now that i'm younger
and my luck feels almost done,
i believe in seams, and the seems,
and the islands and the trees,
and how the bay feels like my knees.

the inside of my mouth
has become a ball gown