you don't know how to miss the birds until they return and one morning you wake up and the trees are filled with them, the air is filled with their talk and this is how I know how to miss you, by absence and return

everything inside of me is rearranged you have kissed me back into place after you made me fall to pieces I no longer know how I am made only that I'm made for you

A terrific book of poems by a terrific poet.

grown from seeds I've placed my sorrows in soil and watched them bloom into something beautiful —

February 7th I lost my brother. I'm just in a state of shock and loss. I can't grasp the reality of it. My heart just hurts.

I went to the river to remember what I felt that day and then it occurred to me that though the trees remained the same as before the water I had seen was now a part of the sea

I loved you once before and by that I mean once was always and before is still

my thoughts are all over the place but my heart is right where I left it with you

Poem for National Poetry Month Somewhere there's a poem weeping. It's tired, lonely, afraid, grieving, abused, fucked, lost, worried, in chains. Find it and love it.

sometimes I need you to be a thunderstorm in the summer moonlight on my skin or the blue-like-your-eyes sea then there are times I just need you to be the air I breathe—

thunderstorm and chill

The wounds are fresh, Like spring. I lick them And they grow Fields of dreams.

sky waves

a mouth may lie but lips pressed to the soft flesh in the bend of a neck can never be more true

we do what we do every day all day and we know we are not living but we do it anyway hoping that when all is said and done we will love and be loved

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