"Thanks for making me shake,
it keeps me on point."
Nick Sturm. I’ll just be over here, pretending this poem didn’t just unfold my life into a field.
my first crack at this incredible city
oh look Scotland built a new castle named Jeremy Radin look at that
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends & we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Got this advice from a friend yesterday & it made my heart high-five itself.
"…The valve gets broken
& then it’s just you
Emoting relentlessly, animal noises
surrounding you, within you
Either you mind the blackberries
staining the porcelain sink
or you are back there in the field
with me, rubbing your fingers
along the stings…”