the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 5.21.07

The music was so loud

I could feel it in me

It was the only thing

Left in me.

 

In a bath

Grieving an end

I had thought

Would come with death.

 

But now in his tub

Is where you become nonexistent

And my grief suddenly bellows out from vocal cords

That are the depths of the earth.

 

And I am all existence

And you are nowhere to be found.

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recorded 19.11.17

recorded 11.4.07