I didn’t want to tell the story and still don’t
Not thinking in elephant thrusts
An action that rolls off the wrist
The situation changes
As does the house
What middle colors
Electioneering for my love
What grounds for improvement can I claim
Not one in reality
But infinite toward a masquerade
I can exploit you as I do myself
Make you sleepy and overpower
Reinforcement with rain tarps and sandbags
Only someone else will be credited for the saving
The drowned reality that I watched from the stones on the side
It is easy to slip
Easier to slide by choice
I don’t have anything outstanding to say about it
Vulnerability is boring in excess
Dries up the compassion one tends toward
That I tend toward
I don’t have a muse
A disciplined hand
An unwavering conviction
If I think about youth I think about the ability to fill the cup
To be easy and strong
Statements make their way
They tell us who we are with the smallest liability
They don’t run on or run over
If it rivers it rivers elsewhere
Imaginary smokies
A ring of green mountains we drive over and around
It was the rain that increased the water
The rain that forced the slide
I don’t dream with you
We dream side by side
I can’t harness it and bring it into our lives
I can write a difficult poem
I can pretend like it matters
But I don’t run over with narratives
It takes too long to describe profound change
A motherhood that I watch among
An ease of decision
Of seeing oneself in that role
I can get to about here and then I don’t know
