What I Meant Was…

I wanted something

so daunting that I knew it

could be called the truth.

The Heat Of Walking Home

I’m curious about the breath between us. The inhale and exhale.

And retention. And gasping.

And the fire it feeds.

Maybe I’m more curious about the fire.

I am drawn to the fire. And delight in running my hand over the flame.

And the curiosity is really about what walking through it would feel like.

Asylum Redemption

I want to take off

my clothes for you. I want you

to write me a song.

There is something to

be said for sitting in the

presence of your sweat.

On Returning

There are parts of my

home state that break open the

Iowa inside.

Soliloquy

Make me say things that

I want to say with my pants

On your bedroom floor.

Winter Procrastination

My feet are in a

blanket right now and do not

wish to be released.

Health & Beauty

I had to stop my

thoughts of you because they kept

harassing my flesh.