being a guest is always beings welcoming to eating the sawdust soup of newness and complimenting its spice. Never take off your tear goggles but take of your shoes please. Don't track inside your dirt but look through your refractive soul water. being a guest is trembling lipstick, a slapstick starvation. it's about two-fold capacity: capacity for disruption and being interrupting. can we build this house by stacking our tongues, can we lay our foundation with incomplete sentences, we just have to interrupt each other enough.  being a guest is sawdust soup drool, talking with my mouth full, eating before  things cool down, is trying to eat everything while it's too hot and having to spit it out. 

Thank you for opening up your home to me. 

Horseheart

This is the only way 

I know how to love

Cannonball splashes

And confetti bombs

Reared up and ready

To clear these fences

What time do we have

To wonder and wait I am 

Dying now and I won't

Die wishing my wings

Were stretched out wider

I've never been one to 

Second guess the updraft

Ambient Terror Roosting

Mother is coughing

why does the phone ring

was the tag legible, so

did a car squash 

the dog, again?

Will father ever shut the

bloody gate, 

again?

Mother is coughing

I should get up 

has she left me yet

where's the dog,

does the dog still breathe

I should poke him

if he bites then he breathes

all this running all my life

like machine learning

behind the screensaver

and that, is but one 

of ambient terror's strata

or the horror pushing

out a ring from the

centre of a tree

so the baby's coughing

and so is mother

so am I

suddenly within generations

cosseted by worry

they shan't leave

neither could I.

collections

i am a collector of things
i don't know how to get rid of the things
once i have the things
i might need the things one day that is not today
once i went on a date with a mean man and he thought badly of me for my many things
turned out, he was one thing easy to discard