all i need
is you
but
all you need
is i,
which is not
me but you
and which leaves
me as i
and alone
*
childhood picture
on the toilet top
like a shit that
won’t flush but
floats there despite
the inventions of adulthood
and modern plumbing that
gives hope for fresh air
away from here
and there too in
a picture i can’t remember
but that lives and dies
daily
*
everyone is looking
for good love
but love looks
bad on everyone
*
my insides are
bad for a butcher’s business
still my feet touch the snow
socked by winter
to leave footprints
like crocus
that spring summer
and the sniffing tulips
in their eventual death
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