The Trees

I measure my days in glasses of water –
all my vices have been taken from me
and I am left with only this clear liquid,
responsible for so much good and ill.

Time feels short
and life is tricky
and I suppose
something in me
drew you closer
despite my

But for me,
I think,
it was the trees,

in that certain light
that only comes
right after a rain.

When the sky is a fantastic
dark grey blue backdrop and
the trees themselves
seem to glow
neon green.



I spend the day
walking city street
I have not seen in ages
and I realize that I
cannot blame this place
for what happened here.

I could see so clearly
before the clouds came
sending rain washing over
brick and cement and
decaying things.

Before the edges
got blurry.

He tells me that I won’t
be happy in another place.
That the defect is
contained in me,
in my odd
ways of
and seeing.

And I listen
thinking over
what he tells me.

But when I don’t
agree he is unhappy
and I hate to make
anyone unhappy,
so I pretend
to be unsure.

What you do not understand
must wait to be told and
anyway why should we talk
when you’ve already
made up your mind.

What an odd sensation
to be at the beginning again.


Maybe I have
a reckless soul
and am destined
to always be a
problem for
those I love
and who
love me

it’s that
I don’t want
to live just
one life.

Choosing one
and forsaking
all others.

what I give up.

And so
I go slowly
try to be content
to breathe deeply
to be forgiving
of myself and others
to immerse myself
in the beauty
of the world around me
and in the joy
of creating.

I get rid of all things that
keep me from this moment.

And then
each night
comes relief
when he
sings to me

drowning out
all other noise.


One morning
I arrive at work
to find that my friend
had dreamt of me
in a dress made
of lace and sun
and smiles
and of me
asking him
to follow
as I walked
away from
with tall grass
blowing beautiful
and breezy
and oddly
enough he
did follow
until he woke
and now we both
wonder where
I was leading us


Without you I sleep among the particles
analyzing every feeling
every movement
every vibe.
Not wanting to wait
I look for answers
and assurances
where there are none.

A man in a hat reaches out to me
and I take his hand, hoping some
answer lies with him.
But our encounter is brief.

In my own searching I have found
some of my own limits,
which are inconvenient,
but I will learn to
work around them.

The right mix of water and alcohol
can generally fix most things.

But not this.

I manage to fill the bed without you
and wonder sometimes how we
fit in it together.

All us animals have our cycles.
The deer and coyotes do not visit us
every night, but they do when it
suites them and I enjoy their
presence when it’s given.

The Robber

I thought apathy was
the worst thing you
could do to me, so
of course it was what
you did, while ignorance
was the worst I could do
to you – and love –
so I did them both

I became translucent,
reaching for something
true but unable to grasp it.

Quietly I made it through.

Even occasionally
was sometimes
too much for me
to bear.

That last time you rushed
in too quickly, like you had
other things on your mind
and I was an afterthought.
Just another check mark on
your list of things to do.

At first there had been such
an urgency, a need, and
you couldn’t wait any longer.

But not that day, in your
new house full of unopened
gifts in pretty paper.

That day we both wished
we were somewhere else.

In truth, even before
we wished for an escape.
That night in the dark and
the open air, sounds of the
lake in our ears, your mouth
on mine, your arms pulling
me more and more into you
as you leaned over me and
we got closer and closer
to the ground.

Pretend Love

When I first allowed
you to take me home
I was keenly aware
that you were all the
things that I was not.
But security is not a
small thing and anyway
sometimes all you need
is a home cooked meal
and someone to wake
up next to.
Maybe I was looking
for another check mark
on my list of reasons
to leave, something to
finally tip the scales.
Maybe not,
but regardless
it worked
and you were there
to cushion the fall
when it came.
You were one of the few
consistent pieces of my
puzzle. A bit of safety in that
space where I was hunted
and afraid.
In our self serving ways
we were good to each other.
Not having to pretend love
when love wasn’t possible
was almost as good as the real thing.