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 -.-.13

from that documentary, someone else’s story



Actually, I do not know why

I had literally never been touched

By a lover

Until I was in college

She seized me

She kissed me

I fainted


By the response of my blood

Of my nerves

By the sensation of

Someone else’s hands

How sad

And how beautiful

That I can remember that moment

That moment of first knowing

We are beings

Which are not made for solitude

recorded 13.4.17

recorded 3.5.17