In other languages,
you are beautiful—mort, muerto—I wish
I spoke moon, I wish the bottom of the ocean
were sitting in that chair playing cards
and noticing how famous you are
on my cell phone- picture of your eyes
guarding your nose and the fire
you set by walking, picture of dawn
getting up early to enthrall your skin—what I hate
about stars is they’re not those candles
that make a joke of cake, that you blow on
and they die and come back, and you
you’re not those candles either, how often I realize
I’m not breathing, to be like you
or just afraid to move at all, a lung
or finger, is it time already
for inventory, a mountain, I have three
of those, a bag of hair, box of ashes, if you
were a cigarette I’d be cancer, if you
were a leaf, you were a leaf, every leaf, as far
as this tree can say.
we need this right now. at least, i need this right now.
it’s a new day
it’s a new dawn
it’s a new life
i drove out of new york today and saw a lot of devastation from the hurricane. between the snowstorm we had a few days after sandy, followed by the last 3 days of this pop-up summer, this question keeps running through my head….
if earth is out of balance, how can we, earthbound people, not be?
video del dia
jessie ware n benZel cover ‘if you love me’