ALL THINGS MUST COOL

collapse in the walk-in when 
lately my veins are so with me
get in this way, chemicals leading
by the drawstring
i said it’s ok for people 
to be disappointing you,
its ok to be disappointed in people 
like your therapist also said 
and we let the tears fall and were turtles
after being at kitchen war for months 
i don't know, it feels like there is too much 
to leave here, and not enough to make me stay 
“make me stay” pleading like a supremes song
nothing makes me, that i know, i am made 
of some things, nothing, no one thing
but not made to
though i do spawn devotion that 
lifts boxes while whistling 
tremolo small talk
through the otherwise crushing
gridlock
wake up with death in my chest
either i’m dying or i'm connected to 
everything that is
modernity escape room but also just 
valentines turning tea colored
in the sun
it's always both
we put a lamp on the table 
and now the room is warm enough 
for sitting 
anna and i pass a space heater 
across the hall
the clouds make an ocean
on the fence 
go now to find the buds on the branches 
at the little beachlet where the other woman
is also doing something secret
walk by ben's house admire how 
the spray paint on his previa 
looks like wildflowers
the best part is the breath my bloods gets 
when it has to move and the best part 
is when my brother is happy and the best part
is when we hug and i don't think
and the best part is the low voice
handfuls at the roots
and the best part is there is 
no recipe