All that I see goes
In the bags under my eyes
They are for storage

Often I'm doing
thing A and yearn for thing B...
...and then the reverse

Enthusiasm
is something I admire...
...when I feel it's real

Like a small child
and like most adults I know
I put off bedtime.

How secure am I
if your insecurities
make me insecure?

Upwardly mobile,
that's the way I see you
from here on the ground.

I spend too much time
with things besides poetry
while the poems pass.

I have memories
of things that I only dreamed
and they feel so real.

Overheard outside:
“I’m just apologizing
For being human.”

I pray to be saved
while lost in crowded circles
of people and thoughts