Monday, March 11, 2024

who loves you

the ones who want to see you
be around you
hear what you have to say to what they have to say to what you have to say

to join the part of you they keep with them
with what is left of you 

and if no one visits,

look inside

Thursday, October 26, 2023

care less

I've painted myself into a corner

now I turn around and paint the corner


leaving footprints and indistinguishable marks

all over my life so far


good only

Wednesday, February 15, 2023

sufficient

If I could split myself in two

into the one who loves me

and the one who is me


who else would I need


not you 

Monday, September 19, 2022

possibly not

I want to fall asleep
in the sun light that settles in my balcony

letting it warm me, even burn me
just a bit

but
stillness is an effort

my mind and my body
so easily overwhelmed, so constantly frustrated

what is it
everything is fucking fine


Monday, September 12, 2022

Love

love has levels 

it is still love, when I say I love you, and I mean I love 
how you smile, the small sounds you make
the paths your mind takes, where you land
how you land, how you receive 
the way you give

even if
I miss you, but I don't yearn
I don't need to be where you are

it is also love, when I say I love you, and I mean I love
how you make yourself available for me
drop of a hat
how you brought me into this world and cared to keep me happy
my dreams so easily displace yours
and the idea of losing you drowns me in fear
not just sorrow

even if 
it is largely a remnant of childhood
being lost in a crowd having let go of your hand



and of course it is love, when I say I love you, and I mean
there is nothing else 







Thursday, September 08, 2022

Hope grows like a weed

I try hard
to plant and tend to
my garden of contentment

but hope grows like a weed

every time I think
I've managed this time, to snip
remove it
poison it
destroy

I sit to enjoy my garden
my eyes relax, my body is calm
and there I see it
again

my heart races

it is so pretty

how the wind catches it
the sun illuminates

no
damn the weed and damn the garden

let me get the flamethrower

Wednesday, September 07, 2022

Inside

If you broke me open right now
like a coconut smashed in sacrifice 
though I would prefer 
you break me like a fortune cookie 
knowing you'll need to eat the pieces you create

you will find a wish

I'm keeping it hidden
and will not release it till I'm broken