Feelings Get Delivered

This morning, a meteor streaked through
the sky over Western New York

at the same time I was using my tongue
to peel tattoos off someone's ribs.

I've learned over the years that you must
love your little life, but fill it with experiences

that make it seem bigger than it actually is
like a baby bird that has fallen from its tree

facing the shadow of an Amazon truck.



Radical Acceptance

As the moon paints herself blue
I’m staring at the people
I would've slept with years ago
sprawled out in the parkway
building tiny skylines with sugar cubes.

Imagine desire as a wild horse with three legs.
Then, stop. The less you wonder how it still gallops
along the horizon despite everything, the better.

Eventually, you just get tired of finding things
to cover up your scars, so I keep walking.

In front of the jungle-themed dispensary, an old queen
points at his tiny dog yapping at the wind
and asks me, “Isn't this what happiness is all about?”

I am left with no choice but to agree.