03/25/2018

I was never so happy
as when I shattered
on your green edge
loosening all the birds
from their moorings
on the south pole.
the frogs vibrated
in their mud-beds
and the trees waited
to be exonerated.
I heard a distant song
and couldn’t help but
cry like a guitar string
even though I have
always been weeping
and so little has come
of it. some of us are born
into that occupation
immune to nothing
but silence. I myself
have collected skulls
from the tulip beds
and have parsed the
turkey vulture drifting
like a sheet of burned
paper. things change
except for that.
when you told
me you loved me
I said I would do anything
and stomped on the
ice like I meant it.
it doesn't matter if 
​you didn't.