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there's a poem up there perched on the catenary singing her little heart out. but i lack the vocabulary to replicate her birdsong, convey the texture of her feathers, manifest the cadence of her rapid fire heart. i cannot divine these out of bleached pulp and indelible ink. i lack the vocabulary to manifest from my hollow chest my own song, much less hers. so i watch . . . as she rocks her stubby tail, raises her throat to the wind, tosses her calls and trills clicks and whistles. she has an ...

Before your springtime comes I’m going to plow your fields Before your winter ends I’ll plant deep, deep down In your frozen ground All my feelings for you I’ll rain on you Cover you warm In tears Of your own longing And when the seasons turn you’ll have no choice But grow my love for you No choice but harvest all I give When your springtime comes I’ll sew my love Deep down inside you Before you even know Your winter’s gone Before the dawn When light reveals I’m the one By your side Your hand...

Before your springtime comes I'm going to plow your fields Before your winter ends I'll plant deep, deep down In your frozen ground All my feelings for you And when the seasons turn you'll have no choice But grow my love for you No choice but harvest all I give I'll rain on you Warm Tears of heaven I'll cover you When your springtime comes I'll sew my love Deep down inside you Before you even know Your winter's gone Before the dawn When light reveals I'm the one By your side Your hand in mine...

chicago dark night against the red brick of my father’s house under canopy of grape large leaves backlit green by window spilt incandescence tendrils spiraling the lilting summer breeze curling your fingers in my hair your forehead pressed to mine hands slipping to my hips tenderly you say, “no, no, no” as I spin to cocoon into your body’s waning moon a concave lens focaling the gibbous of my want

distracted by drudgery they sneak within. silent burrowing gnawing my concentration to holes. they seek the buried deep thoughts unarmed and emptyhanded and chew chew their way inside wear the outsides as disguise slip into the sleeves their desires push out on the strength of suppression. flex their newfound fingers and toes rockclimb up my wishingwell walls emerge in the badlands of conscience. skulking forward inch by inch by fistfuls of memory squeezing ‘til they burst a shower of gypsum ...