I considered agreeing with you on a certain memory uncompromised by the two of us
for certain; it would have inspired something out of us - the numb.

So obviously unbalanced and excessive

I squeezed two whole lemons, added 8 tablespoons of sugar and put it in a gallon of water.

I called it lemonade

You called it sour

Or my sun-lit-salt-smelling-sex

You said was "a way to wake up"


Or the joke you explained

That I said, "I got it-but it's just not funny"


I wish I could have inspired a poet in you

But you only said, "can you put your shoes away?"




My shoes in the living room

Planted, for you to trip over

So that I can climb you

Bite into your skin

Find some poetry.