Those who would climb to a lofty height must go by steps, not leaps.
—St. Gregory the Great, from a letter to Augustine of Canterbury
teach me crosswise
streets, how to believe
all directions are possible
*
at my next shindig,
inviting happiness
and grief
for a
ménage a trios
*
she’s got everything she needs
ever since she made best friends
with nothing
*
sitting on the bench
I wonder if adventure forgot
to RSVP
or I forgot
to send the invitation
*
I would like
to want
to be at a shindig,
but dang, this couch
is so darn soft
*
forgive me
if I spray paint your thoughts—
I just knew a little bright orange
would do you
a heap of good
*
what’s up
with all those shenanigans?
well, she said,
you can’t just have one,
can you?
*
I asked the quince
about pleasure—it said baby,
time to get reckless
*
what is there
not to love
about grace?
the shaman says
now try loving fear
*
omphaloskepsis—
nice idea, but whoever
says all answers
come from within has never
seen your belly button
*
what’s a rain dance
except a snow dance
just a few adventures early?
*
I think the world
is addicted
to paradox—
I think I am
addicted to the world
*
the world gave me light,
I wanted shenanigans—
oh foolish woman,
now surrounded by shenanigans
all I want is light
*
every once in a while,
peace
but hey, world,
the rest of the time
let’s dance
*
it’s not that I forgot
to stand in the light
it’s just
that darkness
was holding my hand
*
indecision settled in
like a fog—every morning I practice
turning myself into a sun
*
will you like me better
if I cover myself in chocolate
said my sorrow
*
with authenticity
as my compass, every road
is the right road
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