Friday, June 26, 2015


That Said Nothing

Loves to disintegrate
the horrible feelings.

Doesn’t love calling
it a weekend.  Doesn’t

love the most difficult.
Palm Springs and cham-

omile. I have never been
so confused (speaking

as if to the tea, to the
trees).  I feel like my

life is moving to Texas.
Damned despondency.

I feel naked and so out
of the city. Which could

mean I steamed it up
(stop crying) after an

explosive breakfast
with Loves to Diminish.