Poems from twistan
sometimes i dream about jumping
through a glass window
not because i want to but because
i can
because glass is
fragile
and the human...
i was driving along
the highway once and before
we turned onto the ramp we
waited at this stoplight that
had its top right corner broken...
i’ve thought about you
but i’ve also thought about
jumping from an airplane without
a parachute
and going to the moon but
stopping...
you threw up on
me last night
while the house burned.
you thought it was funny
that the light form
the fire felt homey.
i think it’s...
but it wasn’t the sky
you blamed it for
raining on your outdoor
wedding as if the
storm-clouds torpedo’d their
way to that cliffside...