How can I escape
the gauzy redundancies
of your white underclothes
bunched up to your thigh
perforations as doors
moth wings as couriers
luxuriantly furred
How can I escape
the triple chess game
the sweat on your brow
rolling to the crease of your lip
are all of your thoughts like this?
ReplyDeletethis is one of the most beautiful things
on par with fall leaves and grey clouds
I want to ride bikes forever with —
this poem resounding in my head
come to santa cruz, there are beautiful places to bike here, along cliffs with waves crashing up to you, and down from campus where you can see the whole bay open up, it feels like flying!
ReplyDeleteim afraid too many of my thoughts are like this
I will come for spring break perhaps. Maybe Suzie will come too.
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