I leave myself at
the wind's merciless mercies
and get blown away

We are all alone
meaning each one of us is
so all of us are

Would that it weren't
If perhaps it wasn't real
Then I would not feel

What does one person
ask of another except
love and loyalty?

* 1015

I wish Emily
were here and could but help me
To my nest again

*

And having said that
I will unsay what I said
and say what I mean

With oinks and screeches
you knock me down to my knees
beast from my belly

You curse me as worse
than I ever feared I was
but you'll run your course

You are far away
And I guess, yes, I sent you
Maybe, i wonder...

A friend once told me
"If I was you I'd be sad."
And then I felt sad.

I spend life writing:
writing off and writing in,
casting my ballots

All that we have is
the stories we tell ourselves
or so I've been told

This room's elephant
is starting to interfere
with my mental health

For Choni HaMeagel

Feeling for Choni
longing for community
conflicted, of course.

* 1005

Poems can be hard
They're like people in that way
Not easy to read.

There are no words for
existential loneliness
though I just used some