dream room in a real house

what to keep inside

I guess nothing heavy

chapbooks and linens

dried fruit

and myself in this moment

washed out of plans

I am really airy

being a Libra

taking pictures and posting

trying to float above

jaws offered

as I've noticed

from this past catastrophe

anything that seems to save me

takes me

if it seems to save me

it takes me

opt instead to float above

I decide

where to sleep for now at home

poor us

and by us I mean those I incline towards

right now in this moment to share a sorrow

share a sorrow or two with me comrades

tonight with the water nutting on the pavement

tonight when the road humps ominously

the streetlights draws you on overarching

and the moon echoes them chilly also

like parts strike parts of a piano

where are you in this lit abyss?

I see I see

the yellow echoing from orange

blue slipping from green

and purple welling deep inside its red

these colors don’t conform to you

your lineaments

bent nose

a rolling shoulderblade

a scheme that lights your eye like love

like love does

love that hides behind your eye

would break through in this shape

when you hit upon the lie

your gaze turns on me glittering
and fixes me in light

Sign Ideas

This is Wrong

You Are Always Wrong

You Don't Seem Fun

Eat the Rich, Puke Them Free

Queer Fury is My Joy

Rage is the New Chill

First They Came for the Literally Everyone…

No Borders, No Bosses

No Prisons, No Pigs

Our Love Will Fuck You Up

think about all that texture you actually

naturally have

I can't I can't, woah

I cannot actually bear its contemplation

my eye will divide on the stalk

taking in both fact and shadow of it

think of all that thing and space between it

way it ends compared to otherness

and starts, I can't, the gleam

sets off the colors we have memorized

from expertise with trees

our species shares

you know that gleam is oak that flash is birch

yet you cannot name those trees personally

not to their faces

outside the bar the giddy poet quizzed her friends

what's this, what's this? No nature poets here?

when no one knew the sapling's designation

on your slowest walk to school

dragging home behind you

sun splitting the grass apart in blades tmi!

woah, enough, a bird shits or lives

sings or dies or is anxious and antsy nearby

it's your nature to look

and your nature to travel inside

where it's soft and you are

and your thoughts were left smoking

I rarely use gender in my writing

preferring people closer up

so you see the veins and flickers

but it seems worth it to say

after two glasses of wine

even my gentlest male friends

talk over women

that sounds so abrupt and duh

I mean men I wouldn't think

would place themselves above

anyone let alone women

do cast loud voices over

words they would have liked

to hear if they weren't so

what? Whatever

I write this as a woman

I have spoken over others

children and others

My friend's voice is soft

softer still when stepped on

she stops to let the talker pass

she listens

I wish she would stop and kick

loudly repeat herself or I wish

I would

I can think of one exception

but he rarely has two glasses

he and I talked today about

lies and I told him my story

and he wept drooping big tears

pressed his eyelids tight to stop

and grasped my hand

I thought he might be feeling

some of his own love's ending

how else does such softness form

such sweetness

TO DID

so sad today

made waffles out of it

no was fed waffles by a friend

lay on the floor

back swollen

talked

to a heartbroke acquaintance

made friends of our heartbreak

walked a hiking trail

sore

lay on mud

felt the cloud's entertainment

said poetry

starved

came home starving and made

no was made

lunch but helped

sweet potato and soba and sauce