12.05.17

Here it is Tuesday, December 5th,
perhaps it is where you are too.
Lately I’m not where you are.
I haven’t been paying much attention to calendar dates
or what time my head meets my pillow each night.
I say “Goodnight” but
I can’t claim I sleep at night-
unless night is just another word
for the start of an early-riser’s day.
You see,
I’ve been sleeping at 5am
and I only know this because you
have been too.
As far as I know we are together,
unless I know nothing.
But, if I know that I know nothing: that is still knowing something.
I know it’s raining outside
and you love the rain;
I wonder if you
love me like I love the rain.
If we were together 
I’d ask.

-paradox is your favorite word, right?

1.20.17

But why do you hate the rain?
It loves you.
As soon as you leave your car,
It bolts,
Aiming to feel your face,
Settling for the top of your head, shoulders.
Cold droplets,
Yearning to touch warm skin.
Rest.
Open your hands,
Tilt your head back,
Stop running away.