if you want everything,
you don’t want anything enough

the poet said

if I like the poem in the middle,
I buy the book

the worst work hides there,
buried between excitement - from the past
and anticipation - for the future

if you want everything,
you don’t want anything enough


it was the last page I read

a concluding thought to leave me
lying on my bedroom floor
tracing, open scars

do I have an anything?
am I stuck in everything?

I went from writing words
to numbers
and back again

bricks or boats?

I don’t know the answer,
so I must be mysterious

my head is full of faces and melodies
— my veins are full of words

the outlook is slim,

they can’t find the cure
because it’s in a book they forgot how to open

veins full of words
— can you hold some?

maybe with a faster blood-flow,
I can make a decision

bricks or boats?

my GPS thinks home is in 4 different cities,
it tries to give me directions
from Dolores Park to the East Village

am I running from,
or to?

I lived a thousand lifetimes,
but never made melodies like I thought I would

I died a thousand lifetimes,
but never painted pictures like I thought I could

— I left those for you
and the demon in your window

anything
everything


if your pit crew takes too long
the race ends

he was a book,
I read the end of first

I don’t miss his eyes,
but I miss the small of his back

I could never see his soul,
but I drew a constellation there

he never noticed,
always trying to get out of bed
without breaking my porcelain skin

I bet it’s still there

I have a touch that burns,
so I fill my bones with ice

I see a thousand souls in your eyes,
an entire galaxy of you

if we could live in them
we’d always have enough space
and nobody would be bothered by the sound

are you an everything
or an anything?


if what my grandmother says is true
I’ve known you for a billion years

star dust
turned into bones
that always find each other

that’s why they fit together so well
they’ve had a billion years to learn the shape

am I an everything
or an anything?


if I set you on fire,
you’ll burn down to ash
stuck waiting another lifetime,
to have you at last

will our bones move faster next time?

if you want everything,
you don’t want anything enough


I hate the way they think in absolutes,
but I envy the way they know

my GPS thinks home is in 4 different cities
it tries to give me directions to you,
but it doesn’t know where we are

if you want everything,
you don’t want anything enough


I am afraid,
or I am fearless

I don’t know the answer,
so I must be mysterious