Each tear, a 1000-pound diamond, 
drops from my face to your chest
You don’t feel a thing. 
Laid up wondering if I’ll end up, 
like a naked rabbit in the New York desert —
like an American Moose, storied and alone,
and moments like this will 
quietly disappear into spiel. 

I love you. I love you, 
but the meter I long for has been stolen. 
“and my heart is closing 
like a fist.”
And the Christmas angels remind me, that
you can’t rhyme if you have no one to look at. 

In the morning when your breath smelled like
moth balls, and my eyes were stuck behind a 
dream of light clarity about how 
naked I am next to you; I could rhyme then. 

Where are you now? Where did you go? 
I left thinking you’d teleport, and I’d see you 
on the other side of the tracks before
I made it to Galveston, where men 
built pyramids so that cowboys didn’t have to die anymore. 

You warned me that I’d be alone,  
If I kept running away, but I only barely ran, 
Thought "You'd have me anytime".
And yet I’m still alone, with all my scavenger clues
and chicken scratch, called ‘poems’. 

I like to get ducked, 
I like dirty roads, and filthy men with 
big shoes and nasty nails, I like 
peeing on the street near the ugly 
Christmas lights, I like the people outside the church, 
their grievances, I like to look them in the eye, 
and I don’t mind how much 
pain I feel when you aren’t looking at me, I like the
relief of your eyes and I like weekday nights. 
I’d like to stay. 
Can love be as simple as that?