If Sylvia wrote another Christmas Song

The glowing black nights begin to shrink:

Hungry and sleepless we are now.

There are red and green lights

strung inside this winter sea

Like stiches through a sword.

We hanker for sugar and snow

For smoke and ribbon

Because we are all the gentle infant

Naïve and faithful

Rocking ourselves with wood and hay

Hoping, earnestly, the cheerful Yule

Will mend this last coal wound

So we can feast again.

minding.

I.

The sunscreen smell leaking out of the burning creases of the eye

As the blue of the sky bleeds and bleeds and bleeds as if it can’t be murdered

The wet multicolored grass just mown in the morning soft bunnies under the new sneaker that smells like new paint

And the way the green blades stick like ingenuous smiles to the rubber

The pink winter sky

A silent blanket heavy and cold

And keeps the legs and thoughts close

II.

The mind is a technology

To which I am addicted to its imposing voice

And its not that I am against doing with the mind

It’s just that I cannot do with out it

And like any machine it gets confused

III.

The mind is a camera

And the world is the world

IV.

The short walk to the car during winter

All the houses on the street smell like fire

The hands are warm and the face is cold

And the leather seats are perked inside the car.

love, the anxious mind is such a natural thing—

haven’t you ever watched birds love what they love?

they're so beautiful chirping and skipping

eyes sparked and open with fear

(I love feeding small animals because its their only

happiness)

I have no idea what I love until I love it

but even the plainest of birds

glows green

in the light

Leave a Dent in my Jaw like a Car that Backed Up into a Stop Sign

Sometimes you want to free yourself from the language you've tanged yourself in, like wiggling a leg out from a blackberry blush.

Oh god, I love you. Or I love life, and it continually breaks me down until the enzymes have made this meat as soft as cotton.

Places I have never dared to look. And when I look at them through this love. i see that they are just me. They are just you

I can't write our desire,
there is only one: to live and die at once.