My mother would say to me: ‘You can’t eat beauty; it doesn’t feed you.’ And these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be.
There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
I do not need someone to complete me
but if you wanted to
we could walk next to each other
into whatever is coming next.
I like talking to you. And I don’t like talking to anybody.