1/4 (project with kurt): take 3

Eleven years sees changes beyond
comprehension.
The constant is
I ache.
Oh, and sometimes I can't
move because of the
pain.

1/4 (project with kurt: take 2*

A PLAIN LOVE POEM

What you don't know is
I savor the idea of your molecules
mixing with mine.

We're ancient.
It makes sense.

We were once formed in the sun
and probably then
I told you how beautiful
you were.

and also, I breathe you in.
I can't think about the complexity -
you and me,
dancing molecularly.

1/4 (project with kurt)

I DRINK TO A DRUNKEN COMMUNICATION VIGNETTE: aka yeah right

I tend to talk about my tits.
The shape they've maintained, color and texture, it's like,
"Jesus christ, is she talking about a fucking Cubi?"
I'm sure it's annoying and I'd apologize if
I felt it was wrong.
Besides that, I talk about my brother.
He's better than your brother. He's better
than you. His soul is grass-fed and thick
with honey.
If you want, I'll tell you about my weekend.
I'll talk about our societal triangle and it's
disconnecting three parts that are polarizing
a wide spectrum.
You don't want to hear that.
I will help you parent
without your permission
and I'll judge you easily and without
distress.
My favorite color is green, but
probably because of habit and I
think most christians are naive, but mostly
because everyone is.
You don't want to hear that either.

You want to talk about my tits again?
Me, too.