the
way
her
leg
crosses
over
her
other
leg
just
like
her
father

he
laid
on
the
wet
concrete
the
people
weren't
satisfied
with
his
i'm
fine

the
roses
gestated
their
leaves
had
that
rosy
glow
of
expectant
mothers

any
kind
of
fool
could
see
there
was
something
in
everything
about
you

- player

goodnight
poems
goodnight
big
sky
goodnight
small
animals
goodnight
pines

the
sun
came
up
behind
the
clouds
crows
swooped
the
heads
of
some
passersby

they
hold
hands
while
they
walk
sit
close
like
v
close
we
don't
really
do
that

no
one
good
likes
to
talk
about
themselves
only
baddies
like
it

- noland chiliha

I
stood
by
the
warm
oven
and
read
his
poems
like
beautiful
gifts

there
might
be
rain
sun
clouds
wind
I'll
just
watch
the
sky
and
see
what
it
does

'twas
midnight
oh
crap
i
thought
i've
got
to
think
of
another
poem

I'll
write
about
her
neck
and
where
it
meets
her
curls
and
how
I
love
her

only
wind
is
prized
by
the
poet
what
I'm
sure
of
are
the
corridors

- marina tsvetaeva

she
always
has
books
books
books
books
and
books
pulling
more
books
from
her
bag

I'd
rather
not
forget
that
dream
I'd
like
to
live
in
it
touching
me

she
carries
herself
low
to
the
ground
she
is
both
slow
and
quick
to
move

I
remember
lips
opening
up
to
mine
like
a
seashell's
matching
halves

- marina tsvetaeva

I
still
like
though
the
too
steeped
black
tea
and
there's
its
bitter
love
for
me

the
crowd
kept
touching
me
and
I
wondered
what
my
conception
was
like

a
few
mornings
now
the
raccoon
and
I've
been
out
to
greet
each
other

I
like
having
you
in
every
way
possible
like
a
meat
poem

he
said
she's
morbid
but
she
might
just
be
a
woman
who
loves
too
much

now
it's
the
same
old
song
sweet
dreams
of
you
every
night
I
go
through

thinking
of
some
people
I
knew
once
and
a
place
I
had
once
lived

witchy
woman
played
and
was
the
only
solace
amidst
his
cigar
smoke

the
taste
of
the
too
steeped
black
tea
the
smells
of
spring
dirt
a
nice
short
chat

he
said
how
does
your
body
feel
right
now
and
I
thought
kind
very
kind

as
the
couple
kissed
I
tried
imagining
what
their
kids
would
look
like

I
know
I've
told
you
this
before
dandelion
but
I
quite
like
you

the
moon's
coming
up
which
reminds
me
I'd
been
neglecting
some
poems

it's
never
the
full
moon
it's
the
waxing
crescent
the
waning
gibbous

it's
that
not
looking
looking
that
glassy
stare
into
the
wind
and
rain

we'll
kiss
grow
old
walk
around
light
months
will
fly
over
us
like
snowy
stars

-anna akhmatova

you
need
someone
to
kiss
you
right
now
and
hug
you
'til
you
fall
asleep

I'm
going
to
meditate
now
kitty
okay
so
don't
meow
at
me

I've
seen
black
rain
and
grey
rain
and
white
rain
and
the
occassional
blue
rain

I
need
to
have
a
bad
dream
I
wanna
be
scared
tonight
where's
your
beard

he
smiled
big
with
his
two
missing
teeth
and
then
slowly
brushed
back
his
hair

oh
the
crying
game
and
how
I
love
to
play
those
games
where
I'm
crying

I
said
sweet
things
to
him
that
I
had
rehearsed
in
my
head
beforehand

I'm
surprised
when
the
winter
flowers
come
up
and
they
come
up
every
year

drums
keep
poundin
a
rhythm
to
the
brain
she
said
I
got
you
babe
he
said

I
keep
the
voicemail
from
you
and
my
poem
you
wrote
on
forever

just
some
land
with
flowers
and
some
trees
on
it
somewhere
in
the
world

I
sat
by
the
pond
and
wrote
a
poem
about
the
beautiful
day

I
listen
I
watch
I
feel
I
ponder
and
then
I
write
about
it

I
should've
had
the
coffee
to
go
'cause
I
got
stuck
behind
the
train

he
said
the
sky
looks
really
pretty
and
it
did
look
really
pretty

gulls
pecked
at
the
school
yard
a
dog
barked
into
the
street
an
old
man
slept

I 

was 

a 

'55 

chevy 

a 

desert 

highway 

a 

billowing 

skirt

I
saw
some
flowers
pushing
up
from
the
ground
and
knew
that
spring
was
close

and
then
I
had
fallen
from
my
high
tower
crushed
and
full
of
tears

it's
like
driving
with
the
windows
down
on
a
hot
sunny
summer
day

it's
that
time
of
day
where
I
draw
the
curtains
and
close
all
the
blinds

as
I
read
her
stories
I
kept
looking
back
at
the
photograph
of
her

how
soon
we
forget
oh
how
soon
we
forget
I
thought
oh
I
thought

you
wouldn't
know
how
I
feel
unless
you'd
heard
roy
sing
blue
bayou

cool
and
sunny
the
mountain
snowy
the
rainbows
came
after
the
rains

I
buy
the
bottle
of
wine
because
there's
wild
horses
on
the
label

I
feel
kinda
depressed
today
so
I'm
imagining
your
kiss

the
pond
where
the
mallards
live
the
rook
that
preens
his
feathers
in
the
rain

that's
the
thing
about
life
and
death
i
said
it
just
keeps
on
happening

baby
I
love
rock
and
roll
so
come
and
take
your
time
and
dance
with
me

- joan jett & the blackhearts

while
the
day
goes
to
sleep
there's
emoji
kisses
from
my
phone
to
yours

the
great
river
gave
itself
to
the
sea
and
the
clouds
watched
with
the
sky

how
I
want
you
to
touch
me
in
the
late
morning
early
afternoon

I've
got
drunk
on
your
voice
in
the
doorway
I
was
sure
you'd
come
back

-anna akhmatova

I
held
the
book
carefully
and
with
great
care
it
was
a
treasure

it's
again
ava
gene's
the
panna
cotta
with
the
pine
cone
syrup

whenever
I
eat
clams
I
think
of
alice
in
wonderland
I
do

I
like
my
eyes
in
that
picture
because
those
eyes
were
looking
at
you

ten
years
ago
I
found
myself
in
reno
marrying
my
best
friend

the
poem
was
about
her
but
I
was
certain
she
wrote
it
for
me

I
wanted
to
fall
into
the
photo
I
cried
because
I
couldn't

the
little
brown
birds
pecking
for
bugs
in
the
mossy
grass
in
the
rain

the
way
she
says
you're
my
one
true
love
one
true
love
makes
me
believe
her

we
played
vinyl
while
he
lay
there
dying
because
it
would
make
him
smile

they
are
leaning
out
for
love
and
they
will
lean
that
way
forever

- leonard cohen

he
never
read
the
paper
it
was
only
good
for
starting
the
fire

tell
me
all
your
fears
dear
and
let
me
kiss
each
and
every
one
of
them

give
me
your
melancholy
so
I
can
destroy
it
with
my
hot
love

I
rarely
notice
the
city's
lights
but
today
I
totally
noticed

I
want
to
protect
you
let
me
I've
always
wanted
to
be
your
mother

I'm
stepping
through
the
door
and
I'm
floating
in
a
most
peculiar
way

- david bowie

his
words
let
the
children
use
it
let
all
the
children
boogie
so
right

you
could
look
into
my
eyes
under
the
moonlight
this
serious
moonlight

-david bowie

when
he
referred
to
her
as
his
wife
she
looked
into
his
eyes
so
nice

i
ain't
no
goddamn
son
of
a
bitch
you
better
think
about
it
baby

-misfits

I
could
listen
to
her
voice
all
day
and
listen
to
her
voice
again

granny
adjusted
her
wig
I
had
never
seen
her
do
that
before

she
said
I
can
explain
sex
in
a
minute
but
death
I
can't
explain

come
to
my
reading
tonight
I'll
say
the
things
I
wrote
real
sweet

the
man
stood
looking
at
the
photo
of
the
banana
for
a
long
time

the
sky
was
all
white
with
a
little
bit
of
orange
like
after
it
snows

we
made
love
in
our
snow
house
in
the
dark
with
our
tongues
and
our
legs

I
felt
mad
with
passion
the
orchestra
buried
itself
in
my
chest

the
music
made
me
drunk
mad
with
passion
I
dug
my
nails
in
my
palms

crystal
gayle's
sweet
voice
and
these
cold
windy
winter
nights
by
the
fireplace

we
meet
and
recite
poetry
it's
very
dead
poet's
society

baby
it's
cold
outside
none
of
the
animals
are
leaving
their
nests