I
thought
maybe
I
should
just
listen
to
Harvest
Moon
with
my
daughter

I'm
a
tiger
a
witch
a
werewolf
not
often
sometimes
a
kitten

my
daughter
and
I
played
in
the
puddles
and
now
we
smell
like
wet
dog

while
she
cleaned
her
room
my
daughter
sang
a
song
about
cleaning
her
room

darling
as
much
as
I
love
you
right
now
I
love
this
poem
much
more

I
stared
at
the
same
poem
for
what
seemed
eternity
to
stare
some
more

I
don't
want
to
hurt
you
anymore
I
love
you
I
keep
hurting
you

take
me
home
tonight
where
it's
warm
take
me
to
your
home
and
keep
me
there

your
momma
don't
dance
and
your
daddy
don't
rock
and
roll
that's
why
you
do

the
cool
long
songs
the
grasses
sing
were
on
the
soundtrack
of
my
childhood

just
wondering
how
it
was
she
undressed
and
got
into
bed
at
night

the
tears
of
this
fall
have
been
very
different
from
the
tears
of
last
fall

I
dreamt
of
my
dad's
mother
when
I
spilt
the
salt
I
thought
of
my
mom's

some
day
some
how
some
way
some
place
some
time
some
girl
some
boy
oh
you'll
see

I
want
to
be
at
his
mercy
oh
I
want
to
feel
vulnerable

one
of
them
easily
breezes
in
the
other's
like
a
tornado

it
was
dark
cold
damp
it
was
fall
some
Amy
Winehouse
was
in
order

baby
you
can
drive
my
car
he
sang
and
I
heard
it
in
my
nipples

this
time
of
year
I
think
of
that
one
horrible
christmas
I
won't
forget

I
had
jealous
dreams
of
her
last
night
but
when
I
woke
she
meant
nothing

there 

are 

darknesses 

in 

life 

and 

there 

are 

lights 

you 

are 

one 

of 

the 

lights 

-Dr. Van Helsing to Mrs. Mina Harker

I
think
of
you
so
when
you're
not
around
I
just
want
to
be
near
you

do
you
want
to
make
life
do
you
want
to
create
do
you
want
to
love

I
lay
in
my
pillows
upon
my
bed
underneath
my
quilts
dreaming

we
read
all
about
Song
Woman
and
Mouse
Woman
and
the
Snee-nee-iq

fullest
full
moon
the
tree
and
its
moss
the
dew
I'll
find
in
the
morning

I'll
give
you
anything
anything
anything
just
marry
me
again

I
was
looking
toward
autumn
but
summer
wasn't
done
with
me
quite
yet

my
aunt
said
the
man
can's
16
ounces
the
woman
can
is
24

I'm
trying
to
write
but
I
keep
thinking
of
the
feather
in
my
hair

daydreams
of
me
wading
through
fields
of
flowers
an
ocean
and
long
grass

it
was
autumn
and
the
leaves
fell
but
I'm
not
ready
to
rake
them
yet

this
is
important
work
I
said
as
I
cleaned
out
the
drain
in
the
sink

why
don't
you
want
to
live
in
this
world
isn't
the
sun
enough
for
you

when
he
sang
all
my
rowdy
friends
have
settled
down
I'm
sure
he
meant
me

in
the
winter
the
days
are
short
in
the
summer
they
are
very
long

the
season's
changing
I
feel
nostalgic
I
want
you
more
than
ever

I
want
you
darling
to
treat
me
like
you
did
the
night
before
forever

how
the
little
moth
the
girls
call
a
butterfly
rested
in
the
bean
leaves

some
old
broken
poems
a
postcard
and
the
sound
of
silence
played

the
baby
sleeps
with
her
whole
body
on
my
head
like
the
cat
would
do

you
pulled
the
covers
back
my
skin
was
warm
on
your
hands
and
I
loved
you

I
thought
about
the
hurt
and
then
I
didn't
think
about
it
anymore

I
don't
know
why
the
clouds
look
better
from
the
middle
of
the
street

the
light
of
the
sun
was
so
weird
tonight
it
hid
behind
the
rain
clouds

I
was
making
dinner
but
I
really
wanted
to
be
writing
poems

she
showed
me
the
photographs
and
I
was
at
once
in
someone
else's
world

seemed
like
the
real
thing
but
I
was
so
blind
mucho
mistrust
love's
gone
behind

-Blondie

all
of
a
sudden
I
wanted
to
take
a
bath
with
all
of
my
clothes
on

it's
about
a
boy
and
girl
and
the
magic
they
conjured
together

he 
used 
words 
like 
cast 
away 
and 
holdfast 
and 
I 
felt 
just
like 
the 
waves

he
said
he
has
moves
like
Jagger
but
that
fool
he
certainly
does
not

my
heart
is
considering
something
far
away
something
it
wants
closer

I
held
her
told
her
she
was
confident
smart
good
she's
still
my
baby

I 
felt 
the 
crows 
hadn't 
cawed 
in 
years 
then 
suddenly 
they 
were 
all 
were 

it 
was 
like 
all 
the 
scenes 
they 
write 
where 
she 
talked 
about 
her 
life 
changing 

so 
much 
is 
on 
my 
mind 
like 
all 
the 
ex-boyfriends 
that 
have 
already 
died 

he 
said 
there's 
a 
sense 
of 
confidence 
in 
sitting 
still 
I 
believe 
that 

I 
visited 
the 
ocean 
today 
and 
something 
there 
made 
me 
feel 
lonely 

it 
was 
that 
wonderful
moment 
of 
silence 
wind 
and 
crickets 
calling 
me

I 

wanted 

to 

lose 

myself 

under 

the 

stars 

at 

night 

and 

not 

come 

back 

the 
dads 
hacky-sacked 
on 
the 
playground 
the 
children 
played 
knights 
mothers 
smiled

the 
cat 
licks 
my 
arm
while 
I 
meditate 
I 
don't
mind
I 
kinda 
like 
it 

the 
chilly 
morn 
air 
reminds 
me 
of 
days 
grey 
gold 
and 
behind 
me 
now

the 
story 
went 
that 

his 
ex 
sat 
in 
the 
back 
pew 

with 
tears 
in 
her 
eyes

he 
didn't 
care 
if 
the 
moment 
was 
captured 
he 
was 
just 
glad 
it 
happened 

I'm just feeling the
air right now. Listening to the 
trees and the birds sing.  

There is a season 
of the witch. It'll be cold when 
she's ready for you. 

stillness, pauses like 
beats in this song, my life, are 
strengths like roots in earth  

"The helping hand that 
guides you along, whether you're 
right, whether you're wrong."

                         -'Your Mother and Mine'

there were hills on that 
side flat lands as far as you 
could see on the other  

I'm 

so 

lucky 

to 

know 

you 

to 

hold 

you 

touch 

you 

I 

feel 

like 

a 

queen

my 
bird 
fly 
from 
our 
nest 
and 
when 
you 
return 
it'll
still 
be 
waiting 
warm 

she 
was 
the 
same 
the 
moon 
as 
any 
other 
night 
yet 
avant-garde 
she 
was

I 
could 
write
about 
the 
way 
he 
looked 
at 
her 
the 
way 
she 
spoke 
of 
him 

it 
was 
a 
story 
he'd 
read 
of 
long 
legs 
on 
the 
handle 
bars 
of 
a 
bike

I 
couldn't 
write 
today 
because 
I 
did 
way 
too 
much 
talking 
instead 

my 
days 
were 
so 
bleak 
then 
you 
kissed 
me 
with 
those 
lips
saw 
me 
with 
your 
eyes

work 
turn to the left
work
now turn to the right 
work 
sashay, shante
WORK!

-RuPaul

the 
fly 
landed 
on 
my 
iphone 
and 
it 
was 
so 
cute 
just 
sitting 
there

I 
hate 
you 
poetry 
I 
love 
you 
poetry 
talk 
to 
me 
poems

my 

mind 

is 

so 

dirty 

but 

I 

can't 

bring 

myself

to 

write 

about 

it 

Pharrell 
Williams 
was 
singing 
I 
wasn't 
sure 
but 
it 
felt 
like 
old 
times

there's 
a 
way 
to 
live 
and 
a 
way 
to 
die 
we've
plenty 
of 
time 
for 
both

I 
was 
thinking 
of 
the 
day 
I 
walked 
home 
just 
as 
the 
sun 
broke 
the 
clouds 

tell 
me 
a 
long 
story 
I 
want 
to 
hear 
your 
voice 
singing 
me 
to 
sleep 

but 
sometimes 
her 
spells 
didn't 
work 
so 
she 
looked 
for 
something 
more 
potent 

I 
wanna 
be 
your
daily 
soul 
I 
wanna 
be 
the 
gold 
in 
your 
river 

the 
summer 
backyard 
and 
the 
children 
reflected 
in 
her 
sunglasses

I 
saw 
a 
woman 
with 
bird 
leggings 
using 
the 
pay 
phone 
it 
pleased 
me 

I 
dropped 
my 
phone 
in 
the 
toilet 
along 
with 
my 
poems 
they're 
in 
rice 

while 
walking 
I 
found 
a 
feather 
that 
looked 
just 
like 
David 
Lynch's 
hair 

his 
room's
white 
and 
in 
a 
tall 
building 
and 
mine 
is 
brown 
and 
near 
the 
grass 

the 
bed 
is 
still 
warm 
and 
he's 
on 
concrete 
in 
a 
box 
on 
an 
island 

it 
was
a 
slow 
spell 
she'd 
cast 
it 
took 
years 
to 
work 
but 
it 
did 
work 
it 
did

I 
get 
nostalgic 
for 
things 
that 
haven't 
happened 
and 
cry 
a 
little 

it 
was 
like 
with 
his 
sheer 
awesome 
he 
pulled 
the 
breeze 
up 
off 
the 
water 

He 
did 
his 
tai chi,
his 
inhale/exhale, 
and 
then
the 
old 
man 
farted.

we 
love 
the 
artist
because 
he 
speaks 
for 
us 
and 
then 
feel 
we 
know 
him

the 

fisher 

king 

came 

to 

mind 

and 

talking 

to 

me 

he'd 

made 

so 

much 

sense