MIRROR

9.22.20
“in order to be with you, people must first bend.”
said the ax to the pine-cone.

you’ve wrongly mistaken
the joy of self recognition
for the fear of the unknown, you namby-pamby fool.

this pace is set more by intuition than reason,
a gait fueled more by vague hints of wonderment,
than steady assessments of purpose
and these people whom I choose to walk besides me are nothing short of courageous

to diminish them less than;
you have to diminish the worth of the moon.
to drive a wedge between human beings and the trees and the beasts and the waters, because trees and beasts and waters are as loyal to the moon as to the sun. To drive a wedge between thought and feeling, between the lamplight by which we count the day’s earning and the dark to which our dreams are connected.

MIRROR

9.5.20
code switching, he calls it
Like Samba to Salsa
Like Rumba to Mapale
Like yes, to si
and somehow nos cambiamos en la mitad

like left brain and right brain hold hands and play red rover
like now you see me, now you see me again
but where the fuck did we put the parts you don’t?

MIRROR

6.27.20
fingerprints are flimsy at holding
what we cant own
i have a mouth full of sharp tools and first aid
i have a will made of mouth spitting nails and clogs

years of beast turned tenacious tender
because the innocent deserve a chance too

MIRROR

5.15.20
the Doctor stethoscoped waves made of
whispered secrets
waxing in indecision
weaning in uncertainty
“i loved her at first fuck.”

she says
as if – the though were water on an anthill

funny
how you can spend spend spend spend
years analyzing heartbeats
and somehow still believe love is only real
if it wakes up
to cook you breakfast.

MIRROR

5.12.20
sundown make our shadows longer
at night
we become them

your brine is salt and leo
a constellation of sooth in hard to swallow pills

“There is an immense amount of relief that comes from not being masked by you.”

preach to the quire girl

MIRROR

4.23.20
“death is the ultimate equalizer, relationships are no exception.”
says the many
Graces of grief

MIRROR

3.22.20
you’re an alchemist
brewing soups for quarantined lovers
houses turned cages
your pot is a cauldron

i too am brewing up a storm

MIRROR

10.6.19
even a mermaid will drown
in an angry ocean

your tides leave ripples in the world
in me, at least
singing songs of certain
clear eyes mismatching a sun stained skin

friend, may you always find your ground
may you always have a lifeguard
the day you die is a day the sun does not rise

MIRROR

9.14.19
a physicist told me
if i were a kata i’d be the snake
undulating, quick to strike – somewhat unpredictable

i would disagree with him if i didn’t have to come to terms with my own mortality every time i hopped on a damn airplane.

MIRROR
8.24.19

Tupelo
i like your body against my body and the way it feels like conquering and wrongness.
i like the cracks in her voice
the broken record in her loud
i like witnessing the bow break
crystallizing change
we wouldn’t be human if we didnt hold hands
like Hiroshima held bombs