A Few Kind Words

That mattered.

Thank you.

Sticky, raw,

and here’s love.

We’re always waiting

for our dreams to shatter,

connect

in the present moment,

in another person’s eyes,

in truth.

Loop You

I was waiting

for someone

to love boundlessly

and now we are

one repeated loop.

Is there a way

of getting past

my suffering,

the way I put

into my past

old faiths?

We’ve decided to eat like the French,

which is to say, together around a table.

We set a tablecloth. If it weren’t for the babies,

we’d light candles. If it weren’t for the babies,

this wouldn’t be a big accomplishment.

If it weren’t for the babies, tradition

would not be so important.