There are some words that feel smooth coming up my throat and delicious on my tongue, but buoy is not one of them. It looks like it makes no sense and sounds like it should be said some other way, but it’s the meaning that’s most pleasant and runs so deep inside me like a thick raw honey that coats and soothes all nerves.
“Smile, you look mean.”
I hate to be told “Smile, you look mean”.
So, what if I am?
The only wrong way to live is to die.click to tweet
Love Doesn’t Sink
Love is a buoy shaped like a triangle,
equal on all sides,
whose three points are Us joined from two whole “I”s.
Gnat Mind
I wonder if I like to stretch the future into forever, or at least into “not yet”,
so that I can delay decisions whose outcomes disappoint,
or requires me to meet further great expectations.
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself. click to tweet
Against the will of others
Against the will of others, I lean hard.
I lean hard against my door:
iron; reinforced; made for struggle.
Unquestioned
Sometimes when I’m on the floor, child’s pose,
I look under my bed at the empty untouched landscape,
exhale.
It doesn’t need to be filled.
If Only I Had the Chance
I would have been really good at love if only I had the chance.