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I Must Have Written This In The Summer, Now It's Spring

there was a layer on everything
a green choppy layer
buzzing,
irritating,
licky layer on the inner border
blurring the film permanently
that encases my eye

sticky layer little living nibs stick
and everything is frizzy,
mucky,
buzzing
flying in your mouth

I. Relay Circa '96

There was a room called the BearCave
that was notoriously hard to infiltrate.
Any time one of us got in,
We'd swiftly get kicked out.
At a certain point I realized
Everyone in the channel had either -cub- or -bear- in their name.
So
I updated my name to FishBear
and got in the group,
and I was allowed to stay.

Once there,

I realized
Everyone in the group was either a Cub or a Bear-
And generally,
The Cubs and Bears were trying to find each other
To have sex with each other
And generally,
The Bears seemed to be men, and the Cubs seemed to be boys.
From what I could tell
And I was a curious boy.
And I took this information
and told my friends.

Free Breakfast In Every School

Nothing is alone or separate
We create such imaginations together
Never alone.
Need bleeds
Into music playing white-faced in a tux
Cello piped over a beige rainbow on a roving stair
The dogs are innocent is weaponized
The backpack is subject to interpretation to random search
Fuck our justifications for greed

One Year

I'm smearing my tears all over the handrail
From patting the area under my earth eyes

On a rumbling

The green fields remind me of a love
My green love to your gray

The pink ribbon
in her bible companion
Matches the pink ribbon
in my isn't-yellow hair

The West Wind Warm Is The East Wind Warm

I am lightning rounding my relationships,

soot and tar
and resin

splaying web spider combing like a harp

bleached out beams, I extend myself_

almost balanced, almost caressed, almost cared for

almost covered in an almost quilt

burning our throats with being together

out on the porch in the cover of dark and sad,

in view of a midnight city.

almost exterminating ourselves

clinging to our almost visionary toppling almost safety

We gave out gratitude to the reeds and they returned it

We floated to earth 

with Sun dipping freely behind her mountains 

they cradled us in the fog that cleared

Between beams, everything was blazing pink or shadow

We were animals too,

the soft land glowing as we floated down

I returned to something built

With more waves and air

Vaster, taking up more space

More singed from being close

With more ashes to offer

I am running into someone I love’s best friend

I am breathing out smoke and talking about class

I am sinking into the couch being told to keep going, make art, sing, and find the ones who matter

I apply rosewood oil and vetiver daily

My ballerina is outer and wholly messy

I am growing out my hair

Stay in this garden

Sink and rise among the lovers

Keep going, make art, sing, and find the ones who matter

Burn your throats with the being together of being

Leave between midnights in our beaming city

And walk down our quiet street, home.

The Challenge

Youth is the early time
The before
The first

The diamond
Sparkling and inviting
Smooth.

The faces are drawn towards
The diamond

Towards the faces
On the other side

The diamond cuts glass.

Nerve endings burrow

The faces become of another time after
The glass

Cuts
The face

Burrow
The diamond

Towards
The faces

Diamond becomes the Glass.