sleep with the lights on

there is so much time

WHAT IF DISTANCE

there is so much space

WHAT IF NOSTALGIA

overlap of time and space

IF ONLY

one for __ and one for __ what

OR

if together only we

MAYBE

exist there what if

__

together things would never


break


. . .

heartbreak if only for the memory

memory if only for the heartbreak

writing between

distance if only for missing

the lines

heartbreak distance memory missing

the

nostalgia

intention

if only


. . .


industrialized together we can navigate

. . .

of leaving __'s when i woke up
early every day last autumn
turned winter to the thousands
and thousands of crows in the tree

[totality]
tops losing leaving
they become visible

. . .

corvidae:

grrrl

whatchou keepin' in there / how you get to be how you are / how old old how


we still are
anything
we ever were









gold gold gold gold gold gold
yellow gold gold GOD G-D g-ld

also:

thanks hannah, ariel schrag ?????!!, hannah again & again & again, matt bourke 4 letting me use yr photos without permission

jesus fuck

sometimes i'm not good at remembering birthdays.


just bought a train ticket to new york. eek!

returned mail

once i tried to send a letter to egypt
and it only made it as far as detroit.

i tried to send a letter to detroit
and found it in my mailbox this morning.

in the past week i have received, in addition
to the meta-return of a letter i didn't really
want to send in the first place: a mixtape, blank
photograph paper,a really beautiful piece of mailart
from a stranger. a letter from an old friend,
tea and trimet tickets. a weeklong musing.
a care package from mum, kleenex and socks.
two postcards from the westcoast.

and more. secrets.

except also this morning in my mailbox
i found a cigarette butt, marlboro light,
which means my roommate put it there
in a drunkass state. all my mail now
smells like smoke, like a brewing storm.

even the letter to minnesota got returned to me.

i don't even have the energy to read these letters tonight.
i need to write more.

wake up in 5 hours

goodnight dear world, postage stamp
desire and liberty bells and distance

so good to hear yr voice

but really

voz
voix
voce


sound, reverberation. echo, echo, echo. resounding.

eco
echo
eco

snow, then school

we are old enough / to dress ourselves

ocsober

i would really rather just be alone, but thank you



maybe
we are all dealing with the same things
in different ways


mom sends hand sanitizer
i want coffee
not a bicycle
or apology

i really want a goddamn day off.





pome project #1: 3
poem project #2: missing
poem project #3:

notecard series #2: questions of travel


art museum
plymouth park
ypsilanti
saginaw forest

history
home
history
home
history



i'm reading pilgrim at tinker creek. beauty in the mundane, the everyday. inspiration is everywhere. we just must learn how to see it, to acknowledge it, use it. we must learn to really SEE.

DON'T BE SAD

MAKE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL