As/Is







3.14.2008


mice

it is generous this coming and going
slow-mo adoration is our big big hands
folded to mold teensy tiny wishes like wings
where we'd waited for her angelic to crawl out

when the heart hurts when no one else is there
when it's over when you know it when can i
when can't i when can you when can't you
when there's nothing else lingering upon lips

to speak
congregate
'round profound
like mice