a miller high life
at jennica's with
three other poets and
two fiction writers
which the art hop
crowd swimming
outside in positively
thick heat
this kentucky summer
ether in full
dream extension
of what bodies
do naturally when
moves are made
and I'm arguing
that the true love
poem is a
conquering of
failure inherent
in the page
the blank
plain and breathing
faking white
which is a color
best defined as
an absence of
and boldly equal
to two people
doubled to relax
in bed after
not love but
making it
and the life saver's
pillow which she
uses to smash her
head as she usually
spoons her son
every night and the
comic picking of her
front teeth unconsciously
ridiculously absolving
humane fears
crisscrossing mother
problems the cute
hint the simple is
its own dream
catching up with you