A pulse felt for through garments.
If I lean into the desire it starts from
If I lean unbuttoned into the blow




Of loss after loss,
love tossed
Into the ecstatic void
It carries me with it farther.

I mean, things decay

the life span of black ink in disposable plastic pens is estimated to be about four and a half years.
the blue fade away in two.
newsprint is only intended to last a day.
a color photograph thirty years.
videotape fourteen.
magnetic tape, seven.

I know

I cannot quite clear the jump And I can’t wash my hair clean Or get rid of this tattoo Or sedate an angry spleen 
I shouted to a marble wall And my screams bounced back and knocked me out

Learned Imitations

Joe Wenderoth thinks poems written in school are just learned imitations of poems gone by. We need to be unsheltered. That's why I didn't know I preferred poached eggs to scrambled, till I had to make them on my own. My roommate reads a lot of fashion blogs and once I heard her say: For what is inside of you is what is outside of you,and the one who fashions you on the outside is the one who shaped the inside of you.And what you see outside of you, you see inside of you;it is visible and it is your garment. Which made me think yeah, everything you choose is a part of who you were, a part of who you are right now, and who you want to be.