Here, Known and Found

Where you left me
thinking to return

to pick up where
you left off back when

I still meant what
you’d come wanting,

suddenly the light
catches its breath

quick as by chance
missing my sleep

here, known and found
and there, still kept.



skin is made
for touching
for scraping
for wanting
for writing on
and that itch beneath
beyond reaching
beyond aching
beyond searching
beyond excusing
chased into shadows
gray and weak
stepping over
hiding under
talking over
falling under
papering over
unwilling to stomach
one more kiss
face to face
moon to moon
shit to shit
naked for nothing
wasted for nothing
broken for nothing
to be poked
to be watched
to be fixed
to be trained
to be worth the effort
teased as a spent shot
in twisted ruin
in faded passion
in tapered deviation
in tortured exception
in angered confession
in tainted salvation
fistful of fitful dream
bruised dream
abused dream
suffocated dream
edgewise dream
feral dream
knotted dream
slapped down slipped dream
so neatly monogrammed
so I would know
so I would know
so I would know
like how my skin
was made.
so I would know.


How long can I stay down this time?

I’m still too close to the surface.

If I can sink further down, I can get far enough away to make it impossible to go back.

Just lie back and sink.
Be still.
Let my weight take me down.
Any breath that would drag me back up,
let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.

There is no floor beneath me.
I can float down.
Down into the dark.
Down into the dense.
Down into the deep.

How long will I stay down?
Let us forget.
This time it will not end.
I won’t be back.

I knew I would find you here.

Down where there are no more edges.
Down where the voices go silent.
Down where my love
waits to see me home.

Nowhere To Be Found

I should have seen it coming
like you wanted me to
believe just long enough
to have seen straight through.

I will find a time.
It is there.

I will find a peace.
It is there.

I will find a longing.
It is there.

I will find a shadow.
It is there.

I will find a voice.
It is there.

I will find an out.
It is there.

I will find a part of me that would be you.
It is there.

Not Planting

I’m not planting.
I’m weeding,
just around the edges
we share.

Let mother know
don’t worry,
say flooding hasn’t blocked
our way out.

You were out here in
yesterday’s rain.
I wanted it to be ready for you
to come to morrow.