super
blue
blood
moon
got
me
all
so
super
bloody
blue
like
you
know

his
poems
are
like
snacks
snack
poems
like
the
cheetos
of
poetry

I
was
the
happiest
to
see
the
crocuses
blooming
so
happy

the
leaves
scattered
like
mice
in
front
of
me
it
wasn’t
me
who
scared
them

my
heart
soared
when
I
heard
his
keys
in
the
door
his
bag
hitting
the
floor

it’s
raining
she
said
like
we
hadn’t
talked
about
that
weather
before

I
like
watching
people
carrying
in
their
groceries
from
their
car

quietly
or
calmly
that’s
what
we’re
not
together
she
and
I

he
planted
an
apple
tree
but
the
apples
just
rotted
on
the
branches

I
told
the
waiter
to
shut
up
and
get
outta
town
he
only
smiled

she
saw
me
sitting
alone
in
that
big
chair
with
no
one
else
around

you
walked
my
dog
and
lost
it
she
wrote
in
a
poem
just
like
heartbreak

have
I
told
you
of
the
stepfather 
whom
pulled
a
gun
on
the
step-uncle

or
about
the
stepsister
that
ran
away
to
join
the
carnival

today
I
read
about
blue
glowworms
living
in
caves
in
new
zealand

she
said
with
pink
cheeks
I’m
so
glad
I
could
be
here
to
smell
all
of
you

I
know
it’s
not
much
but
it’s
the
best
I
can
do
my
gift
is
my
song

- elton john

the
columbia
river
taught
me
to
swim
the
tumbleweed
to
dream

where
is
my
florence
nightingale
my
madam
pomfrey
when
I
need
her

even
when
we’re
deathly
sick
he
kisses
my
neck
and
pats
my
bottom

I
was
michelle
the
waitress
she
was
juliet
lewis
the
actress

not
another
day
not
another
poem
don’t
make
me
do
it
please

I’d
let
him
take
care
of
me
make
the
decisions
but
that
ain’t
how
I
roll

blessed
art
thou
amongst
women
and
blessed
is
the
fruit
of
thy
womb

those
seeds
that
others
drop
I
pick
them
up
tend
to
them
and
watch
them
bloom

I
want
to
sleep
the
dark
away
dream
myself
out
of
this
long
winter

she’d
have
to
be
felled
in
due
course
but
who
would
be
the
one
to
do
it

his
voice
entered
the
room
and
my
heart
felt
like
it
was
finally
home

I
just
can’t
do
it
super
flu
got
me
too
sick
so
sorry
dear
friends

I
have
a
little
bit
of
love
today
not
a
lot
like
usual

she
watched
him
shaving
his
beard
quietly
he
worked
quietly
she
watched

the
sun
sang
for
old
man
2017
so
long
friend
happy
trails

daughter
I
grew
you
from
my
heart
I
love
you
I
love
you
I
love
you

I
thought
by
now
you’d
realize
there
ain’t
no
way
to
hide
your
lyin’
eyes

- eagles

please
can
you
teach
me
how
to
shape
shift
my
emotions
get
in
the
way

she
had
a
datsun
or
a
rabbit
I
can’t
remember
the
bell
tolls

I
feel
all
the
time
like
a
cat
on
a
hot
tin
roof
a
hot
tin
roof

the
night
is
long
and
dark
and
young
slick
daddy
we’ve
only
just
begun

first
snow
street
lamp
light
you
know
the
one
perfect
pure
blue
white
that
I
like

christmas
eve
is
for
crying
and
then
washing
your
face
in
the
snow
with

please
moon
moon
please
I
haven’t
been
myself
no
the
words
are
not
my
own

he
skipped
the
chuck
palahniuk
party
I
heard
ducks
laugh
at
the
solstice

the
trees
mossy
fingers
clasping
around
me
and
I
can’t
see
the
sun

the
moss
is
suffocating
me
the
grey’s
smothering
me
I
can’t
breathe

driving
into
the
snow
headfirst
that’s
the
way
I
go
into
the
snow

oh
he’s
right
here
next
to
me
please
santa
bring
my
baby
back
to
me

I
saw
a
dream
the
new
moon
insisted
on
it
I’ll
need
a
warm
blanket

we
laughed
at
our
bad
poems
and
vowed
that
we’d
write
them
until
we
died

I
poured
the
glass
two
thirds
way
up
thought
who
am
I
kidding
poured
some
more

I
need
that
back
that
look
I
just
gave
you
I
didn’t
mean
it
I
didn’t

arabian
angel
darkest
jewel
her
warm
heart’s
cold
to
the
touch

I
wrote
you
a
text
I
erased
then
wrote
you
another
I
erased

I
just
need
some
looney
tunes
a
neon
room
calgon
take
me
away

green
black
foggy
washington
highway
I
hadn’t
forgotten
about

anything
you
want
one
of
these
crazy
old
nights
you
got
it
baby

I’ll
tell
you
everything
pour
me
a
glass
lean
into
my
breath
we’ll
share

I
feel
like
I
write
pretty
poems
always
then
I
read
her
poems

let
me
be
your
blessing
in
disguise
say
my
name
like
lamé
on
wine

it’s
not
fair
that
I
should
think
of
you
so
much
I've
other
things
to
do

maybe
I
should
go
mad
a
garden
where
everyone
wears
white
sounds
nice

it’s
the
moon
she
made
my
head
swoon
my
heart
fall
and
fall
and
fall
and
fall

I
know
my
eyes
betray
me
boy
how
otherwise
would
you
believe
me

white
jungle
canopy
your
arms
I
could
live
in
them
with
ease
you
beast

I
stayed
up
all
night
reading
dreamt
of
my
grandmother’s
pinochle
hands

I
know
you
big
big
love
your
heart
is
in
your
eyes
when
you
look
at
me

I
stared
at
my
poems
stared
into
my
hands
stared
out
the
window

I
dreamt
of
hoping
the
day
would
end
even
before
the
day
began

some
like
hands
I
like
the
mouth
we
could
learn
from
the
african
wild
dog

to
have
a
heart
two
sizes
too
small
might
be
the
darkest
blight
of
all

my
lips
are
naked
pink
why
not
me
completely
drain
you
why
not
me

I
could
live
in
that
brown
town
in
that
brown
mobile
home
it’d
be
just
fine

ugh
mom
you
listen
to
old
lady
music
she
said
like
nirvana

the
teeny
tiny
totoro
that
the
girls
had
lost
I
found
in
a
plant

then
night
made
for
twilight
and
the
pines
held
their
place
on
the
horizon

fabulously
distressed
contextually
distraught
stoking
my
megrims

you
stuck
around
november
rose
pinking
up
my
grey
and
damp
for
me

she
speaks
so
you
don’t
have
to
I
tell
you
I’ve
seen
it
I
do
it
too

I
can
forgive
you
anything
forget
all
just
hold
my
hair
again

when
you
come
from
behind
and
hold
my
hair
like
that
my
skin
gets
hot
and

I
always
miss
him
but
this
isn’t
confession
and
you
all
aren’t
priests

and
even
though
we
ain’t
got
money
I’m
so
in
love
with
you
honey

-kenny loggins

in
dreams
I’m
crystal
gayle
in
stevie
nicks’
clothes
dripping
of
elvira

I
slowly
lit
candles
in
all
the
rooms
like
placing
their
souls
about

the
sweet
sounds
coming
from
his
speakers
made
me
wanna
be
in
his
car

we
buy
art
and
food
for
our
children
but
what
we
need’s
a
pair
of
pants

ugh
blerg
um
uh
eh
uh-huh
huh
nah
yah
ah
ha
uh-oh
ew
whoa
yikes

once
was
the
angry
13
year
old
tomboy
with
the
baggy
plaid
shirts

leaf
blower
blowing
hammer
hammering
car
horn
honking
dog
barking

the
streetlamp
at
night
shining
on
just
the
lower
half
of
the
fir
tree

you
know
what
we
need
to
do
rita
break
on
through
to
the
other
side

I’m
just
a
writer
I
walk
through
your
dreams
and
invent
the
future

-richard siken

let’s
say
in
a
dream
you
died
but
you
didn’t
know
that
that’s
how
you’d
die

it’s
as
simple
as
the
wind
or
cars
rushing
past
sounding
like
the
sea

black
stork
pull
your
cups
the
three
of
the
queen
of
you
feel
me
sweet
young
friend

boy
I’m
no
whisper
but
I
can
I’m
thunder
and
lightning
in
your
hand

who
am
I
to
have
this
poem
what
good
could
I
ever
do
for
it

I
let
the
man
walk
by
I
didn’t
say
hi
or
look
him
in
the
eye

you
wanted
to
be
in
love
and
he
happened
to
get
in
the
way

-richard siken

she
reminded
me
to
light
a
candle
for
the
souls
I’d
loved
and
lost

I’ll
work
you
into
another
poem
if
not
today
tomorrow