you are

you are a 13 year old girl 

and after that 

it is only love 

in the sun 

and in the brick underneath you

shining 

prayer

new sky
and death many times is what i have come to know
sharp
that is a drum
rhythm is legs and trust
through the kitchen and driving and sometimes sex
let go of the wheel
many times
many times again
the same words arrive until they are solved
wondering if
are we overwhelmed yet

bookshelf

snapshotting what is important 

learns many about the now 

learns many about home and of food and of distraction 

the existential 

the existential 

the existential 

then 

warm potato

a film in another language 

a text message about a hard day 

a record left rolling into sex 

i stand the grandest and smallest of stages

and let everything else hum quietly 

and let everything else curdle strangely to fit this

which means 

you say we will buy seeds on the weekend 

a garden starts like a fire 

starts well after fire 

be’s bothered 

is concerned 

calls family 

has time to sit and remember calmly 

rather than quickly which is tension which is trauma which is habitual 

really local 

entering into the safe and closing from within 

finally 

it is singing in the underground 

howling and the real rhythm 

and rhythm is ocean and music and living and holding

it is soil

which is human

it is our own personal god

on the bookshelf not yet up 

but hoping 

after years of neglect

to one day be up

call the doctor

what tastes sweet 

convincing yourself of at the very least one constant 

and then touring to another 

couples are alone too 

but that’s an example 

in the bass 

in the stomach 

wear the skirt is easy to say 

easy words 

but not in the bullet of throat or thought  

now i am not in it 

as in i am vulnerable  

because you are scared of aging does not mean i am as the jar lid dries

there is no mother jar 

bass again 

rhythm heat being the outside one together in a room 

but very distant 

what comes up on the machine 

what shows up 

i’m showing up now that’s what i’ll say to myself 

doesn’t work 

quickly 

but surely 

so much evil just to have you on my side 

it is an endless invisible woman 

forever 

and matching comes sometimes 

it is 

momentum 

or 

what gets loud quickly 

waiting room 

holding time 

hey to yourself quickly 

stop 

then stop again

you haven’t actually stopped 

you think i am a joke 

be aware 

wake a point 

stop a sentence 

make a point 

take time and sorrow 

as in memory