Love this radiant little lady.
Hey, look theres my best friend and sister.
I like people who make beautiful people and things extra extra beautiful. Thanks Emily!
To My Beloved, the Morning Shower
The hot water sears my face
and provides me with an epiphany
of consciousness. Every morning
my secular ritual washes my brain
from the darkness, like Jesus
bringing life back to Lazarus.
I feel reborn as i am cleansed
and pampered for the beauty of the new day-
or armored for protection against the forces
that will inevitably
pull me down to rest or die
in the next room over.
The daily baptism is my sacrament
for offering thanks to the Lord
for the steam like air filling my lungs
and animating my spirit.
Meanwhile, reminding me of bodily
mortality: the water bill has become quite a worry.
With Modest Mouse flowing
and systematically beating our ear drums
We drove down the road
with no name
that we saw
The trees too trembling at our audacious wildness
but to us this was a pure
caveat to the world
to not fuck with us
while we experience euphoria
wider than a moment
deeper than a mere pleasure
(don’t think you know)
Our conversation was our only
map, about nothing
in particular. The laughs
spoke into the meaningless
like light
and we have seen the value
of white, gray, black, and knowing
that collaboration creates
a picture
we can resonate with.
As lost as hell we are
If not for our hope
As sweet as eschatology
Like the divine name off your lips
When you bless or curse
the world that trembles
under our weight.
