I tell my friends it was hot

Like, I was riding time

like the rain breaking a heatwave.

You tell me delightful.

I tell you

like, elephant toothpaste

in a volvo in a valley

and believe me, I want to see you again.

Like I want to drink tea

in a nice sit in my next morning.

these old shirt pins stayed put.

did their job,

year after year,

cornered over corners.

closets’ older notions –

a someone that no one tried on

today, my hands and knees

bargain with gaps in the floorboards

pretty, please return to the rest of me

all six or eight neat little reasons

to ease future pieces

of a mind. pieces lying flat and static,

mend future present moment, to

every last loved sense memory, your

all the front doors were open

easy breezeway

summer storm murmurs

and eyes all pliant lightening

remembering joy that was taught

to us 

before makes sure the joy isnt lost

our robes like christ and wine

a victory lap

i never did concede

to be beaten by

love and panic

like a morse code

with only so many combos –

bound to recite

every former drag

are you trying to hit on me?

i’m trying to not hit on you

are you trying to hit me

i’m trying not to hit you

driving me home on

the worst july 4th on record

me and my america

tracing scars and drawing lines

and naming the men

that loved the idea of us

into something that it wasn’t was

naming the men

who thought we were young

i see color and smoke taking the

shape of the adrenaline drunk

departure with no bra and a man

in his underpants in the street

and a nameless guardrail

that wasn’t enough

i am the flaking flesh of

half remembered sorrows,

broken algorithms,

algorithms that know exactly what he are doing.

no thing is here to serve you

and your heart made of tightened feathers

for forgotten flights

is something of a happy accident.

and your code and my code, another one.

my legs have continuity

and complete lives

and imagine which

steps are made with perfect intention

and go perfectly to a best life

and how many steps there could be

where this is the best place

a shark in the middle of the city

starts to rot

his jaw is open, hungry

you replace it with another one