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MFA (2024–)

One in community community community If you wanted me to die, you should have told me when I would die when I was born.
Social media is not the right place for grief Who are you to tell me how to grieve. Who are you to tell me.
thrum thrum smilin a bit too cute / or wonderin a bit brave / or dreamin a bit too much
it used to be me it used to be me / who made you / forget to wonder
Have you watched creepers creep Evolved to find the smallest of holes / And use it to crumble all foundations.
Let tomorrow come Let tomorrow come for today has no brother
sometimes, the whole field a’quaver Am I moving slow? Or is the whole world a’flutter, a’quiver
Late why so late Make the humans bored and they will dance. Let me love you a little bit.

Poems (2023–2024)

London There’s a coldness in the air. And it is not just the air.
Park Fear is a spiral, and with each coil it pulls tighter
sometimes I feel cold Sometimes I am tired of being tired. Sometimes.
sometimes, a curious feel Did I remember to tell you my nose is pleasantly warm. Did you know I love you.
How can you just be gone I will miss you my friend and resent a bit this empty space
Song of Tomorrow Today is enough. Today is all we can manage. Today is all we can need.
I listen Let the guillotine come in the night. Sharp strokes and sharp blades.
Hark my love Dream, dream dream, little tree. Life and love be all you do.
California Oh bruised, empty, raw dirt. Let us sing more your praises.
I was feeling sorry for a moth Whose to say we aren’t the moth, squirming next to certain doom
Oh that again I might see such beauty in my life As a single flower, opened and yet unmarked, ungrieved by the world
I saw something beautiful today For to let yourself see beauty is a special gift, not to be taken
The sun kissed the mountains By the grace of God, the babe of tomorrow has been born.
I feel sad about endings You gotta be writing poetry while you’re trying to fucking brush your teeth
Mama was what we called him God keep you till we walk together again.
Do you miss me The world asked me if I wanted to call you today. Multiple times. I did not.
When I dance with you I don’t know where my body ends and yours begins
Guadalajara I wonder if I would feel the blood if I didn’t know to search for it.
Blood oh once you called to me Where does our pain go when we grew past crying
When I laugh Like chocolate simmered hot with a few marshmallows, white clouds of goodness
Burned invitingly Take heed, innocent! Kindness is a snare.
Glass houses You would think we were going to live for eternity
To be alone For babies who like the snow but not being too cold
To flutter It’s a cold wind that blows from the north, sends my heart a’flutter.
To see such beauty Why you, Orange. I didn’t know I had seen you before.
Xoxo How lucky am I; to be surrounded by; so much love
Today I write about Red My beautiful sister. I can’t wait to make purple once more.
Today I saw a man on a leash In the forest, the elephant walks far more silently than the man.
The light sings to me in the morning Change or die, says the rain.
There is a soft tingle I feel Life is and is and is until it’s not
Did you know there are spiders with only 5 legs When you realize you are the kind of fish that can jump out of water and fly
Today What brings a fish to delight in the air? Life, just a little longer.
Today if there is tomorrow Into tomorrow, I say, and fight me if I’m wrong.
Everyday I can spend Today is a day in the company of those I love. And lord love bless, so tomorrow be.

From How the World Works (2022)

When I’m not here When I’m not here with you I miss the curve of your back
The Mist In the morning you can listen to the mist. It dies as it burns, little by little, slow by slow.
I watch my hair I watch my hair turn golden in the reflection of my eyes
Falling in love with who I am vs who I could be Falling in love with who I am is like the air, you can breath
ariel I’m sorry, i loved you once and my love made me pick you up and spin you around
my friend who died My friend who died — it’s too bad English has no imperfect
Sometimes I listen to these poets Sometimes I listen to these poets go on and on about the purest form of love
Everytime you wink at me Everytime you wink at me I wonder if my heart skipped a beat
In my heart something called to the rain Are you 90% fire or 80% water, and who lives better
Platitudes Of Suffering Ask me not how I am. For does breath not still shake my body?
I will always be a poet If you shave my chest to expose my heart, with my blood I will paint you with poetry
Large objects exert a gravitational pull What about when the relationship matters more than the person
I watched a butterfly today I watched a butterfly today, it was beautiful and orange and had a certain way about it
This growing older This growing older, wondering if this goodbye is the last
Time in a Fig Grove And he looked down the Long Years, and the Grove grew and grew and grew
I left my heart at home today Maybe my heart is a person, maybe my heart was a person
A wedding toast But somehow what I feel now is just that wonder, with maybe a little more space for awe
one year on The grand delusions of abstract nouns, like falling in love.
It’s funny 21 is 21 is 21 is 21 until one day you can’t sleep
Our Story Written for our wedding — Jaisalmer, December 2022

Earlier (2022 & before)

His hair was curly His eyes did not know how beautiful he was.
Not in my life My life is good and pure and happy and I will fight to keep it that way.
Anuraag oh Anuraag As much as the one secures the river which continues to run
Sit let us listen to the sound of this moment Watch the game board. See the leaves. The women and the dogs.
Oh the horror I say A finger on nicely chopped upon the cutting board. Was it a carrot?
Out to play He calls them Swim to me, swim to me, swim to me
Have you ever seen Have you ever seen something so beautiful as the world reflected in drops of dew
An ode to aspens To me, they’ve always been silent soldiers fighting against the slow erosion to entropy
One beautiful moment That, my friends, is the moment before death.
These days are gone Harden or rot, they say. Let there be joy that it happened.
Dear bottle May you make a new friend who loves you as much as I did.
Out of many, one Kiss me love, what more do you want — I’m fucking free.
When you were young But it took a long time. For me to claim a name or a face.
And now that we walk in these days of light Be proud, child, for I am proud of you.
Freedom, yet unabridged I thought to myself, well at least, there is this.
To know me Is to know joy because I laugh a lot and I fall in love a lot
Everywhere I turn I see a world a little colder, a heart a little stiller and laughter little less.
These water nymphs Creator, Destroyer, bringer of the Day.
Kashmir Till time razes these mountains to the ground and man builds new idols.
There comes a point one chooses death It is that ebbing of the will to live that brings death.
When you watch the whales from shore It’s a good thing mother sea keeps our boats small.
Memories of tomorrow After all, the trees are there before tomorrow, and they will be before my today
Delicate pieces before the end To find beauty in a streetcar or a bus full of black haired brown skinned children