The Definition of Love

My birth

strange and high:

It was Upon a thing

ne'r flown

its tinsel wing.

And yet

my

self betwixt.

With eye close:

and us as Poles

themselves to be embrac'd

MY BABY

The story I tell is running away
(into the yard) with babies,
animal-dolls, wet world
wedding dress, bedroom tent.

He has fish eyes, small sticks
truck teeth, famous gums
pine needle sweetness,
and a geometric cape.

My sun knuckle shines.

i still want her

i hold out hope that
i can change the past

the future is mine for the taking
and nothing can stop me
from reaching my goal

all is true
but nothing is proven