There’s a kind of transformation
That can happen on any day

Both the actual horse on fire      and its event out of these words

between the wardrobe and laundry rack
someone is ironing feathers and planets

If the answer were awe, I would be burdened with awe

That I should originate anything
was intolerable to me,
but I considered it, privately.

The man I loved wanted me in his bed, so I could tell him he was exceptional.

Ruining something felt like a reason to proceed.

the revolution needs a bigger space
so that the same tragedy cannot repeat itself

it was great to be a little sick with fear but
it’s better to be alive with a driver’s license  

as long as we’re together and here
we’re poetrying