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Spaghetti knots


just under the surface

where your last dream rests

not yet dreamt

in that forest that followed you for a lifetime

first when you were twelve and


next when the dark sunrise crept over with a sleepy yawn

against your wakefulness of all the things going outside

then once more when you thought there was someone at the door

only to hear yourself at your ear

pounding bursting dripping that thick fact that

this is your life

one where you must learn to kill a man

and waltz and drink a full cup of water in one gulp

and not tell him you love him yet and

watch every episode of friends and

worry that the music is too loud and

fart and cook bad food and hope that someone will say

that it is good

still good

for you are

even if just under the surface

you know

you are not


above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.

it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be you again. get a copy here:

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