—EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL

  

time is a haunt

 

I dog-ear 

you 

over and 

over again 

and it’s 

like blinking 

or breathing 

when you 

do it without 

understanding 

you’d be dead 

not to do it 

and I know 

you’re there 

and I’m here 

and the rivers 

have overflowed 

and the bees 

are still dying 

the orcas still starving 

while the moon 

looks woebegone 

because love 

has abstained 

yet again

but each time 

I turn the page 

I come back 

to the one 

before it 

re-listening to the 

shallow whisper 

of the paper 

hoping for something 

that might tell me 

why I’m wrong 

like those nights 

your breath struck 

my ear like a match 

whose sole purpose

is to ignite