Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Saturday, February 25, 2017

i'm feeling it oddly


not every illness can sing
not every cancer can travel to jupiter

when all the air leaves the room
it is replaced by dull relatives
and cups of nervy coffee
so sorry for your loss, they grinned
so sorry for your cookies

death is strange because life is strange
by its presence, all at once
and by its absence
as it travels to jupiter


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

An Exercise in Forgiveness

pretend your knees don't hurt when you run
run madly
pretend your eyes can see the edge of the world
see clearly
pretend that it's okay to pretend
pretend well