livehere/livenow because of the time when a subway preacher told us we looked happy and because of those late nights in the old apartment where the bed was next to the window and we would sit cross-legged smoking cigarettes while you told me how the universe worked and because you said no more sex until i started writing poems again. all i have are bedroom words. spring is here again (thank you for warming me through winter) and i can feel the red vessels in my cheeks blooming like buds, booming with blood, and i'm blaming you. i'm damp and new like i left a cocoon. blue skies and blue eyes, my blue wings unfurl, butterflies in my belly and the blessed blue world. bedroom words. beating hearts and biting teeth and bunched up clothing on the floor: bliss is better bread and butter than i suppered on before. four months and seven days, you're still here and i'm amazed |