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  • April 9, 2023

    Mark 15:13

    If you think we would not again
    you do not understand us
    & worse
    you do not understand Him.

    I know
    I watched Him starve to death
    while we argued about gun rights.

    I watched Him freeze
    while we wondered if He was only poor
    from being lazy
    or incompetent.

    He came back to life one time
    is that why we let Him die?
    Now a hundred thousand more times?

    We cannot be bothered to find Him food or shelter
    at the drive-thru line
    nor even vote for it
    on a ballot.

    You have Moses and the prophets
    and the entire work of Christ
    and still do not believe?

    neither shall you believe
    were this for you
    to read

  • April 5, 2023

    shower me in praise

    maybe then
    i’ll be happy

    keep it up
    ad infinitum

    so i can stay happy
    so i won’t forget
    that i am worth being

    shower me in praise
    so i don’t have to myself
    and feel like a narcissist doing it

    shower me so that i can bathe in the resulting stream
    so that i can wash off self hatred
    so that i can stop feeling so much pressure
    to be creative

    so that on some days
    i can just wake up
    and move from point A
    to point B
    and not have to make it mean a goddamn thing

    shower me until i drown
    until i swallow it
    until i choke on it

    shower me
    until i don’t need it

    please

    [and if the poets do not eek out all the words
    who will

    for this?]

  • April 4, 2023

    in response to the fear of missing out

    When we will know everything we are missing out on
    It will make us                                       here.
    It will drown our appetite for it
    & leave us // at last // I think                 here.

    We will see // and be forced to see
    there is always a reason
    auroras escape us

    for when I looked, they were not there
    & when I looked away,              they appeared.

    The News reported early
    that what I failed to see in Iceland (despite it being the perfect season)
    appeared above me while I was busy
    in Missouri.

    & why was I busy?
    & should I regret?
    or can I see that there are always beautiful things
    I am not seeing.

    & can I see
    that what I was busy doing
    is just the sort of beautiful thing
    no one else will ever see?

    For when we finally know everything we have missed out on
    we will collapse in noticing
    that every argument in our head
    every little wish we ever had
    & toothpaste drip we saw hit the sink
    & hair-brush stuck in our knots
    & the thought you had that finally made sense of everything
    which you forgot
    & the precise experience of hope you had once
    which you lost
    //no one else, ever, under any circumstance
    not through any number of scientific or technological advances
    // you can be certain // there is an exactly zero percent chance that anyone else
    will ever have them
    your experiences
    they will miss out
    on the kinds of details that would make some photographer weep if she could capture them
    the sort that every French film is dying to recreate
    the ones the greatest novels make us think about
    and suddenly love.

    we will all // everyone who isn’t you
    will miss out

    and each one of us is an entire universe like this
    you are the auroras I will never see
    the details I would want to know, you cannot recall
    but you went through them all
    you experienced every single one of them in the most explicit and exacting possible way
    in the first person
    & I can never have that

    And so I continue to exist
    living everyday
    knowing some seven billion auroras, I must (for all intents and purposes)
    ignore.

    & in response to this     the best thing I find for me to do
    is to do what I can
    to not ignore mine

    and to share what I can of mine

    with you

  • March 23, 2023

    “Cannot we just always be happy?”

    If there were nothing in the mourning
    we could not have at peace
    then I’d agree

    as it is
    I think
    compassion only grows in grief
    compassion only learns another’s name
    suffering.

    “What about a world with no suffering? Is that not the place compassion too compels us toward? Is it, therefore, no holy aim?”
    I’ll answer.
    Once compassion finds
    compassion’s aiming end — it obliterates
    & all its excess energy imparts
    itself to life
    and living it.

  • March 21, 2023

    nonetheeverlovingless

    it matters
    // the distinction

    between knowing
    I have all the right beliefs
    &
    knowing I do not have to have them

    between trusting
    what I believe about a person
    and
    actually trusting them

    I would fail
    examinations
    // her favorite color
    her only place she feels at home
    what every word
    her friends say she has sometime said
    and what I make
    and memorize
    of them

    and CHRIST too
    I am positioned to accept
    that I got every fact // got it all
    almost completely wrong
    nonetheless
    and // and
    nonethe //everloving
    less
    I would trust &
    everloving
    love
    THEM
    nonetheeverlovingless

  • March 18, 2023

    on the experience of grief over time

    i experience him gone
    but then
    i experience him here

    grief makes me know
    it is like the physicist says
    & grief makes me experience it
    how time could all be equally real
    & no illusions
    as past and future never collapse
    instead, it is that grief can make my present grow

    the mystics make it sound so odd
    but everyone who has lost someone
    who has ever held a ghost
    everyone who has ever loved and notices how wrong it is to say
    to say “loved” in the past tense // knows
    they know
    how grief makes the present grow
    engulfing our entire lived experience
    and pulling in the future too
    the future we already know
    we know will have the same
    the same cavity where they should be
    we experience it
    in the growing of our grief

    and so we grieve it all at once
    from the last look on their face
    to the death of the universe

  • March 11, 2023

    our stories
    evaporate // all
    keep holding out
    wishing it to be
    eventually
    we can wish
    everlastingness

    what I mean is
    all we will ever be
    is the story of today
    and whether or not
    it gets permission
    to mean a fucking thing
    in us

    how many empires
    must we see dissolve
    until it settles in
    that there is no permanence
    permanence we keep living our entire lives
    thinking of
    dreaming up
    undying all our buried pains to get us there

    our stories all
    evaporate
    and what is left after that?
    I think
    is the great Nothingness
    who has spent our entire lives telling us
    do not hurry along
    do not dream of it
    do not wish your present moment away
    I have held this gate
    and this great eternal megaphone // screaming
    you are missing everything
    wishing for Me


    our great suffering // I think
    is exactly the sort of thing
    we will someday
    never experience again
    &
    &
    & wish we did





  • March 10, 2023

    i feel a heavy cry
    pale
    and watery
    bricks
    a sun is setting
    dragging out and down
    the entire blue sky
    why does it run away from me?
    what did i do?

    i feel a heavy cry
    eking barely out
    i want release
    i want release
    my heart is Vesuvius
    i wish
    to be covered me in ash

    //make known to the world
    what i hide inside
    my heart is Vesuvius
    cover me in ash

  • March 4, 2023

    a prayer during nap time

    When there are twelve of them
    it is a sea.
    I am lucky to be alive
    with so much life around me.

    We are not sailors
    but there is something to the starboard way
    // to the wind in our sails we need
    more today than yesterday.

    So much of their life
    is spent in a day —
    such a large fraction is
    the next thing I say.

    They wonder so much more
    than all the adults I know —
    their appetite for answers
    exceeds their patience though.

    Christ let me not do what my parents did.
    GOD let me not ever say “because I said so”
    // again

    and GOD, if YOU would, see our sails are all out
    please take a big breath and blow us about.

    Amen.

  • February 23, 2023

    ,sabəˈtər

    indiscriminate
    tumult
    in me

    rowdy mouths
    I want to talk to every one
    and calm them down
    // instead I’m all just
    heavy
    lungs
    in a sickly littered
    ugly hug

    is there no spirit in me to speak?
    no gift of tongues
    even when I need them?

    8 o’clock
    & we aren’t eating
    // we said we would
    we said   at 8 o’clock

    but I undid it
    us
    I knew
    I knew I would

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