Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

For years I begged you

to just take me in your arms

you wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

a little seashell that rests upon your native shores

Sweet the way it tastes in my mouth to say your name

there’s things you still don’t know about me
like sometimes i’m afraid my sadness is too big
and that one day you might have to help me handle it

And i didnt trust you,

I could have said something but i was quiet

because pilots aren’t like poets

they don’t make metaphors between life and the sky.

For years I begged you

to just take me in your arms

you wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

Poets- like comics

are inherently quite sad

better off alone

Every night I die

when I give myself to you

sad but beautiful

Wondering if it’s

astronomical twilight

or civil twilight

You can have a life beyond your wildest dreams

all you have to do is change everything…