There is something in the art of restraint that I am not
good at
The falling and tripping and
I never know what to do with my hands.
You want to tell me that I drive like I live
Excited. Distracted. Clumsy.
And you’re not sure if this scares you.
And lord, I am covered in bruises
But there are places I suspect must live in the bulb of my
lamp
And I am trying to convince you that everything is sublime.
“I am here to steal your virtye”
I want to tell you never to trust a poet.
Spelling mistakes entertain me to no end.
It’s the small things that scare me the most.
And the big things.
So I buy sixteen packets of sparklers and a pack of playing
cards
And wonder what life would have been like for the first
flying squirrel
And how they would have dealt with all that freedom.
And if I would have done the same.
I have the suspicion that objects are in love with my shins
Like I am in love with yours.
This body was made noble
But most days all it feels like is empty parts
Covered in bruises and burns and scrapes
And paint
You told me your favourite colour was green
So I tried to become the forest.
9:18 PM
When you push too many keys at once on the keyboard the time
comes up.
I find this magical.
I carry the last four words of a wish on a scrap of paper in
my wallet
Be careful what you wish for.
I wish it was your name.
We’ve turned our gods into planets and sent rovers up to
find them.
Isn’t it funny how we all crave intimacy
And maybe if we press all the right buttons at the same time
The right answers will come up
Or maybe they already have
And all we have to find is the right questions.
I think I love too many things too much, and some not
enough.
Most days the world is so beautiful that I’m sure it will
break me into pieces
And I’m sure physics has a way to explain that
But I’m only part-way through Professor Brian Cox’s book
And I haven’t yet figured out why
But everything that can happen
Will happen.
I’m sure that by the time I finish the book
You’ll already know the answer
And look at me like I’ve just found the right question
And maybe you’ll be right.
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