the tale of the nine fish

there were nine beautiful fish
well, eight, really
one was ugly
so there were eight beautiful fish,
and one that was ugly
and all the other fish hated it, because it was ugly
and they were beautiful
but then, one day,
everything changed
the ugly fish died and the eight beautiful fish were free at last

the end

vacancies

there’s a tiny place
in between the space that is mine
and the place that was his
that can be yours

but it’s growing

the trouble with prosthetic devices

i left my coat at your house
and my leg at his house
and i couldn’t help but laugh
when you crossed each other in the street
and he recognized my coat
and you thought
that leg looks familiar
 

the island

an entire island of lies
carefully fabricated by a desperate architect

who

rather than drown in a sea of memories
would rather rot on an island of lies

the moonrise

my judgment is entirely clouded by the moon
that dawned when our eyes met
and is setting on the perfect horizon
of your lips

this is the whole poem

i want to write poetry that will make you