Tuesday, November 26, 2013


she yells as me to look at the moon
and I wonder if there is a dog ring

(it will always feel like a church
in my turtle neck)

and I have always been me
even on slime time
or at thanksgiving
or shabbat at st. john's

I wasn't afraid of anything

but there was a pulsing in my ears

plus tension in my elbows

something still creeping about needles

I know what it would take to be good

to be polished and flowing

but somehow knowing is enough

knowing my veins are soft is enough