Today God gives milk / and I have the pail.

If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter ... Blame it on God perhaps? He of the first opening that pushed us all into our first mistakes? No, I'll blame it on Man For Man is God and man is eating the earth up like a candy bar and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean for it is known he will gulp it all down. The stars (possibly) are safe. At least for the moment. The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.

She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

It is June. I am tired of being brave.

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.