the creases in your fingers make me believe
you'll be around again with soft hair draping
light catching and swooning aching to be in your eyes
will you stop tempting me with these figures and motions
wrinkles tell
the lovers you had before
i am here now.

do you remember?

driving back to oakland, i take a detour

there is a cushion of ambient light on the horizon
i can push my finger into it and watch it slowly rise again
i clutch it and press it into my cheek
nuzzling the glow and slipping into unconsciousness
wrapping my body around it i sigh
turn off the lights and go to bed.

April seventh

I don't like to think about the days separating us
I don't like to wake up each morning and think

about how I'm wasting my youth
Time stabs you in the back and pushes you along
and I just want to be lost in the woods with my songs.

today

and my head told my heart "let love grow"
but my heart told my head "this time, no."

of the one purchase i made today
it was at 7:54 pm
a bottle of Cook's champagne
and a pack of 12 djarum blacks.

happy 21st to me.

i love

that you finally left my heart
and soon my head.