The overripe fruit of nostalgia.

We all just want to know that we are real.

I'm realizing that I love music most when it feels legitimate and honest.
It doesn't have to be original or unique, or somehow progressive or complicated.
It doesn't need some instrument I've never heard of playing the rhythm.
It doesn't have to be sad or happy.

It seems so simple, but it's been hard to figure out.

B

Through your tent
the canvas ruffles the night,
and you miss a surrogate brother.
So we look to the treeline moose and anglerfish,
drawing out fears in the comprehension of darkness.
The metallic clacking,
I waited to shoot the bug crawling towards your head.
Your brother in the depths of the pool.
Your sister wanting to fight you.
I am looking at the ( Read more... )

Pins and needles-
my eyes feel like grapes,
and all my veins
are undressing over telephones.
Rubbing sleep away
and the yawn of stretches cracking.
Falling over on purpose.
Wrists and ankles-
I keep rolling my bones,
and all my hair
is falling into the sink.
Opening window blinds
and the cramp in my left pinkie.
It is difficult to greet.

One of your cousins

is gonna punch me.

Another,
make me "tap out".

But they hold your hands in the park,
and I already like your family.

I bled my nose upon leaves of burdock
collards
carrots
radishes
lettuce
tomatoes.

Hidden,
it becomes reverance

Flattened grass
and the many bugs we hoped not to kill.

Your eyes have calmed the backwoods                                                                   
and lonely construction roads.
The shed that fades like old lace
and the bowl ditch.
I have nameless bruises
tended beneath your gaze,
which I hope
to have led
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Her anger was the foaming sea ( Read more... )

Listening is not understanding,
but it is at least halfway there.

Approach a deer and it will stand,
the bushes around it spreading into patchwork sunlight.
Its eyes will fix yours
then, with the bending of its neck,
it will release its limbs into trust.

A meaning is, at its root, sublime.
It is not caught, but received gently.

Figure it all out,
Simply.

Except it isn't that simple,
and there are many sides to everything.

They are all related.

And none of them want to agree.