just now

just wrote this, at work. I actually am kind of excited about it. I am reading a LOT lately, so that is good.





sometimes your face looks like a horse
when i forget your long vowels
and long eyes
drawing out each b
blinked
and i forget about your elbows
the angles that speak
to each of my rib bones
about the menial items
like weather next week
and the girls on the block
with too long legs

the fourth

wrote this yesterday on the bus on the way to fireworks...



when graveyard suns
lick my face
yesters sane into
the background and
I want to wear you home.

your reaction to
my arm length
left me
lingering for rained feathers.