I arrived home at 1am And entered in to leave again In the living room a rocking chair And sitting was Doom who then whispered, “That watch tells time on your wrist when you Take it off, time won’t exist” “I don’t need advice,” in a sweat I say, “But in case I do I might just stay” So I put up tabs asking how to forget Something I already know, someone I’ve hardly met This week I’ll go to bed on time Or take my watch off and wait for the shine Where the sky and water finally meet Two halves make whole but may not be complete It’s not hard to believe that Grief comes easy When I sit her down she gives a speech Saying, “you know my name but not my last, You talk about futures without the past. From your memory may you find relief For you are Grace and I am Grief Please, remember me when you move too fast There are answers in you nobody asked.” So I put up tabs asking how to last Beyond my lifetime and beyond my past Who’s to tell me in a world so vast? Well, shame and growth can coexist The first is hot water and the next is mist There are answers in you that you’ll never say And things only you knew and that’s okay If you wake each day to unraveled time And always walking to the line Where the sky find ground and there I’ve found ya Each minute fades into nostalgia Yes, Change arrives in symmetry And she only speaks in poetry Saying, “follow the rain, and the path it’s delivered It will go down the drain, not to the river; Though there’s a place that it’s meant to be It will follow the gutter and purpose will fleet Though there’s a place that it’s meant to be It will follow the gutter and purpose will fleet So I put up tabs asking what I’m meant for And who I serve and who to mentor If you can’t see ahead, then Doom will knock As Grief is only but a sign of loss If you still turn away, if you still digress Then expect delays in your happiness There are answers in you that you’ll wish you could say And nothing you could do and no one you could save If you wake each day with a taste in your mouth In the back of your throat and it’s strong like sauerkraut Then I’d advise to get some water in ya Each minute fades into nostalgia The swings are open during recess And I just wanna play after being serious Lets cut you a break, here I’ll cut one for ya Each minute fades into nostalgia I’m almost home at 1am My spine is gone and my spirit phased Perhaps you could if you’re there Please greet me kindly in the rocking chair

Market on Roosevelt Zots hanging off my belt Little Basset Hound Check my new “hammy” downs Cousins old “hammy” downs Circa twenty-ten Arthur plays at seven Burb rides since two thousand Roosevelt Market Tootsies in my pocket Henry, you old dog! Spot me a dollar fifty Why are you all laughing? Circa twenty-ten It’s Fetch With Ruff Ruffman Sorry I hacked your Webkinz But I’m not that sorry because you had like ten Webkinz and I only had one frog from the hospital when I had appendicitis and my mom wouldn’t let me have anymore What I would feel to give this way again What I would give to feel this way again

I could watch you run The world goes “blah, blah, blah” What’s good is good is good is good I could watch you run And I could watch you fall I watch you stumble I could watch you dissolve In true neutral Things are made of salt In one sheet the rain falls In one note all birds sing And I could watch you run, legs and all Yeah, I will watch you dissolve Your legs are made of salt Alice won’t get you out Alice can’t make you leave

Oh, Libra Your flipping quarters again Tight rope borders again I rest and drive By latitude 45 Oh, Pisces You're wishing on pennies again The road has plenty (my friend) Bite marks on a morgan dollar Held by water I recall the 45th parallel In a sideways walk (I grew up there, I grew up there) My, ugh, I grew up Guts, spiraling junk, a battery in a copper wire Glitter mixed with dust, mixed with dust I, ugh, I grew up Grimace and crossed eyes after the 45th line

Inside my head I decorate With tapestry and china plates Two lamps with bulbs of different shades One for the night, one for the day A studio with cupboard space Six hundred squared inside my brain Wooden floors in both hallways One for the night, one for the day Artwork I don’t understand A clock that ticks without hands They’re either covered or on display One for the night, one for the day A leather chair used and deployed Only for the paranoid On the walls two shadows sway One for the night, one for the day One for night, one for day To the back porch a sliding door Where time is made for the ignored Thought not forgotten, I deviate Between two skies, the night and day One glass window facing North To view all things that I adore But half the pane is tinted gray One for the night, one for the day One for night, one for day One for night, one for day One glass window facing North So I may view all I adore No curtains to encourage light I follow them, the day and night