{i come to you
for everything short of forgiveness.}

{i will leave you notes
and lean huge red poppies against your silent stony face.}

i am in love with the moon.

i will swim through the life of miscontented lesbians
and beautiful faggots.

i will wear a union jack and carry a photo of james dean.

i will build a ladder of empty paint cans and kittens
i will climb up it and run up it when i am scared.
(i will kiss the dew endowed grass good bye
before i embark on this journey.)

i will marry the moon, and i will never come back.

if i do never find the opportunity to go, there are two roads i might take. there is secular virginia, and religious new mexico. new mexico is alone and virginia is tainted.

either way i am getting a tattoo.