fault lines
It doesn’t take a cosmic seismologist…
It doesn’t take a cosmic seismologist…
I let them go. I flail them in.
It’s sleep-stealingly unquiet in here.
But, lovey, if you’re quick…
Not all fights are with fists.
Jazzy Lou would be a song
the gulls would sing…
Hope bore you home and when you came, mystery fell and broke open wide.
The path through fatherhood may look like a ball of knotted yarn…