To Do:

There are two ways of waiting

for nothing.

Either, 

fall in love with someone,

or fall in love 

with something.

This way, 

you will waste your time

wishing 

you could waste it again.

There are only two ways to die,

now or later.

the default opponent

he kept

losing

at chess

on his

macbook

couldn’t beat

the damn

computer

but he wouldn’t

keep playing

if

he

could

life

after all,

was a

combination

of

god and

chess pieces

things to do

I play it safe,

resting my hands against the letters

white pages

magicians

can’t tell you how much easier it is when the

ink bleeds.

I want to say something but I don’t know what my

dream tastes like.

it helps sometimes to

pretend that what you’ve been doing

has failed only because you haven’t done it right

it doesn’t take long to figure out

what this means:

stories with morals too important to share

“I really wish you’d stop doing that”

its not the shoes though

that make a man look

fit for walking

man, though old

In the evenings, with the sun behind, 

you dawdle,

your old boots, assets.

Your hairline a wayside

for a worried head,

in the shape of a W

and

words have lost their meaning since the last time we’ve spoken.

Life is, well, rain now. Telling how we were—

weeding

in Montauk and that worn woolen chair. Father,

and the handsome uniform

you wore

had still, 

a window of sound

advice.

to a daughter,

This is my grief

good sweetheart, thirteen-year-old girl, look

at my knuckles, my ankles, my hairs like wires,

the strain between my shoulder blades.

My face bled for your face—

the idea was beautiful.

All I wanted

was for you

to catch it.

someday

Their dreams, were

stationary & hollow,

shackled, splendid,

& admittedly awkward-

hopes, forgotten entirely.

Their love, lay

always in some other

place, at the far end of a narrow

room, just a few more

years, and a little more

effort.

une femme et une femme