premontion

then you were chatting
telling her how much you liked the care
package she'd sent, especially the hand tied
bags of tea with the scrips inside.

i went across the bridge
looking back, snot covered
and knowing about the quarterfinals.

then you were playing guitar
with her and said the groove
was just what you'd been looking for.

what could i do? pack your bags
politely. sure but i didn't.
then you said you'd leave instead.
that's when i tell you i love you.

we don't make love for weeks.
but go ahead and fuck me if it makes you feel better.





















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i guess what i thought was going to be
became a completely different thing.
today i try to not expect, and the pattern
ebbs and flows. little gods making mudpies.
mudpies stacked to the top of the bank
and the river overflows.

i live in the moment and the moment
washes me away. built on spit and mascara
splintered with sharp ashes. i want
to turn to the last page of this book
see all that ink run. history of us

culled into your fantasy , zodiac all unbalanced,
planets pulling like the giant swoop of a raven.