you asymetrical thing, you
I love you!
you muddy stone well
with the green grass, off the path
you mademoisell
what water will the well give me today?
what impurities will bless my mouth today?
I spit
hawpewt.
…
am I a well?
well, no, I think. no one would want me to drink
well… no, no, no
I chortle like a piglet. what a silly goose I am
I raise the bucket from your whole
I take a drink. I take in the sun
what fun it is to laugh and drink
well water in.
the night, I think, but its day, today
now, I mean. I thought of the song
from ago. and soon, too. thats why I was wrong
take the sleigh away and it fits any time well
better even. its a feeling, not some words
a sleight feeling can change your hole world.
winter was feeling cold this year.
it got under my skin and left amark.
i shudder at the the thought, like chilly wind.
turbulence. why turbulence?
how strange is it that i am cold now
on this sunny day next to you
it must be something in the water
i laugh, off the path, in the golden-green grass
i scratch my ass, on the crack
and i don’t have a mule, i think
I Laugh
I get it now, I sigh
the bucket water taste metal on my lips
I lean in like a dancer
as I drop the bucket I borrowed
you watch, ready to answer when I ask tomorrow
and as the bucket falls I let you hold me there
like a leaf holds the air aware
I must admire your stones full of imperfectity
it is your cracks and curves that define you
I admire you, for your presentful nothingness
I come to you day after day to say
you taut me, you taught me
the most beautiful things are never
