Don’t tell me
about your unrequited love
the one you’ve been pining for
I’ve heard that shit before.
Spare me your tales of childhood rape
as if you were
the only one who suffers
I don’t care
your existential tragedies
Come to me naked or avoid me altogether:
Leave your facades for those who think in words.
Show me the silence
your mouth and body language
We are in a room
too small for movement
Dance me with your stillness
or shut up
is the new normal.
Yes, I get out of bed
But only for very good reasons:
Peeing, pooing, but not farting.
Brush my teeth twice a day.
Make that twice in a row,
every other day.
for special occasions only
Christmas, but not New Year
Because there’s nothing New
about the New Year.
It’s the same uninvited guest
with a plus one this time
A re-run of last.
Same resolution to
lose the same five pounds
Run the same 10k, only slower.
The same year,
But for a hotter summer,
a colder winter.
The way the plovers cry goodbye.
The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.
The way the leaves fall, and then there’s the long wait.
The way someone says we must never meet again.
The way mold spots the cake,
The way sourness overtakes the cream.
The way the river water rushes by, never to return.
The way the days go by, never to return.
The way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.
Mary Oliver died today.
I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piled
on both sides of the table, paper stacked up, words
falling off my tongue.
The robins had been a long time singing, and now it
was beginning to rain.
What are we sure of? Happiness isn’t a town on a map,
or an early arrival, or a job well done, but good work
ongoing. Which is not likely to be the trifling around
with a poem.
Then it began raining hard, and the flowers in the yard
were full of lively fragrance.
You have had days like this, no doubt. And wasn’t it
wonderful, finally, to leave the room? Ah, what a
As for myself, I swung the door open. And there was
the wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life.
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.
from The Laws of God, The Laws of Man, AE Housman, via Alan Watts
Tell me who can
Catch a toucan?
Just how few can
Ride the toucan?
What kind of goo can
Stick you to the toucan?
Who can write some
More about the toucan?
Am I a horrible person
Am I selfish
Am I dying
Would my grandparents say
Where did my grandparents come from
Where did their beliefs come from
What will I regret in twenty years
Am I dying tomorrow
Am I lazy
How can I help another human with all of their interiority
Will my child learn how to live without me
Will he feel loved and know how to locate happiness
and how to reach for it
Will my child be ok
How long do we have together
All of us who love each other what do we get to keep
What portion Any of it
Using what I already have what can I eat
How does one prepare this strange vegetable
Can I ask an imaginary great grandparent how they would do it
What crucial step have I forgotten
Why haven’t I learned this yet
Can I prevent regret
What will stop the world’s insistent imploding
Does how I look become a portal into my self
Am I accurately communicating my values
through my home
How is this other human doing
How do other humans live
Am I doing this right