An Aesthetically Pleasing Collection of Stuff

"If you’re going to break a poet’s heart, be sure to do it in April."


I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up.

I stand on mountain tops believing
that avalanches will teach me to let go.

I know

but I am here to learn.



I have scars hanging off some girl’s ceiling fan

I grabbed the tea kettle too many times

this is how I learned not to touch things

your body always
always makes me want to break that