A Careful Measurement

It’s all I can do since you stopped writing to me
to recreate your image in a story
in which you are as tall as you ever were
and as sleek with the same bushy hair
but I’ve added some embarrassing skin afflictions

you are trotting across a country road in the rain
and to my credit, I don’t let any cars hit you
there is nothing but thunder and lightning
striking through the gravy of a sky
with the consistency of porridge
I have surrounded you with this setting
as a suffocating, lonely blanket
the mud staining the bottom of your skirts
and all the cows and horses in hiding
somewhere warmer than you will be able to find
until several chapters later
the scene is lumpy gray with mud and clouds
both splashing and infuriated
then, as you are running, your heel breaks

that is exactly how much I hate you today


The wind tousles my hair better than any lover did

This weather is hard it’s hard to be in
i run through it laughing, soaked, alone,
screaming, my hair is a mop-i kiss the tips of it,
i toss it back, i drink the wet dripping down
i laugh at the seagulls against the wind
because theyre flying still in midair
before they give up and find the ground again
the sea spills over the rocks splashing
it’s wild i think about just jumping in
i can’t get any colder than this
i was looking for something i lost
but if its out here, its ruined
i dont care.
theres so much life running through me
to the air it’s static its electricity
yes yes, its instability
i dont care
this is fun, its me
this is really living
its a stormy existence
but right now
i dont see anything wrong with it