When I say that I am empty, I hope you understand that I am not always that way,
that I end up empty sometimes because I give it all away.
Do not worry,
it all grows back to be given again.
I think you know
sometimes
i find myself
smiling
despite everything
yes, i do
“How much do you remember?”
“That was the night
that we made love
impossible.”
The Orionids
I was alone on my back
out in that biting wind
breathless
beneath a glittering sky.
I laid there for hours
watching Orion fall apart,
while the world was warm in bed
or bathed in television glow,
or toasting success among weasels
somewhere far away from me.
Shivering in the immensity of night
I felt compelled to ask the stars, the dark,
if we are always where we’re supposed to be –
but I didn’t.
I remembered someone told me once
it is dangerous to ask questions
like that,
that sometimes living is easier
without the answer.
Regrets, Budapest
I saw myself terrible once in the reflection of your honey speckled eyes.
You said I was drowning then, too:
Stumbling in the gutter; drinking new love, smiling young bliss;
sniffing the glue of an incomprehensible universe.
From here…
i watch the days
drift away,
like so much trash
upon the sea.
Scene:
She reminds me of wildflowers, of gardens
burning.