Never fall in love with another Poet.
Well - unless you can’t help it…..
2 readings
i never read
your poetry
as if it were
a literal truth.
more it was
a lip reading
of all the things
you could not say.
later, when we fucked,
your face was pale,
wide eyes intent.
you traced my skin
like braille …
and then you went
I lip read
all the time
being deaf
thought it was
just me
I am getting ready to fly to New York... Groggy as a drunk. That poem woke me up. You crushed it man. That poem is the truth.