This is just to say

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.

by William Carlos Williams

one of my favourite poems. always a delightful read for the little thief in me.

bring it on

in a world where vengeance is our best friend
betrayal is a swell way of paying it forward.

caution II

don't read promises into my lips.

caution

i make promises i don't keep.

defected poem intact with title in disarray

a love that frees
is also a love that inevitably confines
is also a love that flees.

i wish for a love that binds
like the bending metal
of a ring that curls
and holds tight a finger on my hand.

so even when you're not around
i'll always feel held.

i haven't been held for five months
months that have stretched into infinite forevers
skin shriveling incurably.

silent corners of my body
are waiting to be heard
waiting
in quiet desperation
for some body
to return a greeting.

the love i desire to feel
is also a love that
disintegrates
before my eyes
before it earns the name
of love.

something along the lines of how
before it's birthed
it dies.

the love i remember
is also the love
i tried to make
both raw and overripe
and just as you'd expect from me
i took a bite.

ashes in my mouth
taste like a distant dream
of someone sleeping whom
i should not have woken.

eyes

when you touched her hand
the sun shone

in your eyes

in mine
you won't find
even the madness of
the moon

only tides.

on a day like this

i wish i were a mitten
that fit your hand only.

only you would have
those special number of
fingers.

and i'd fit you so perfectly
you'd keep me on
all through the summer.

flah ni em dlof

emit hguorht depael lrig a

htrof dna kcab redro gnippilf

did you feel it -
like an itchy baby scratching his chin
inside his mother's belly

the sound was invisible

the deed was innocuous

thgirla dlrow eht degnahc ti tub

soahc fo tib elttil taht deyojne i timda tsum i

esnes emos ekam ot nageb yllanif sgniht 

things like you

and me

and age

and glory

things also like faith

and flexibility

for a second i was just a thought

and then - bleep - that too was gone

(esle erehwemos devirra dah i  naem tsum enog)

s_o_m_e_times ||    being 
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my ego is a banana peel i trip over constantly. some lessons we don't learn through trial and error.

everything deserves a name so I gave you this

everything deserves a name
and so shall you have one too.

it will simply be lovely.

lovely

just like you
it will have the most beautiful beginning
and be altogether witty
and when people read it aloud it will roll off their tongues
and roll right back in
so that it can come out again
and again.

that is how the good ones go. people just read them over and over. ask anyone you know.
and with a name like this, you could never go wrong.

and when you are tired of you
your name will still be there printed in public memory
like a logo on a little girl's shopping bag as she carries it with her when she goes out to buy potatoes.

and you will think to yourself.

"hmm...my name is definitely better than 'potato'."

but you know inside
that even boiled and served without salt or pepper,
potato tastes better than you.

but you have a name, a dear little name, a happy home, so you cling to it with all your might.

and you remember how not so long ago, a 25 year old girl gave you a name as she wrote you down on her moleskine notebook that was a little too small and cluttered for her liking, but that rested comfortably on a Bukowski book she'd been reading and was taking more than just physical support from, a book which rested on her panties that had been drawn down to her thighs as she sat on the toilet pooping leisurely at about four in the afternoon while feeling her teeth with the tip of her tongue and thinking how they'd need to be brushed soon.