Amateurs practice until they get it right. Professionals practice until they can’t get it wrong.
… believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet (W. W. Norton & Co., 1934)
you lost your wallet and found it underneath the cat,
who howled at a leaf blowing in the wind all morning.
it feels less wild being wild without you.
Our matching moon tattoos are orbiting the same planet in different timezones.
They were both put on our bodies by the same hand,
the hand that pleasures both of us
The man i love moves with me.
I put my mouth on his mouth
he puts my shirt on his body
but today we are far away.
I’m in apartment in Belleville,
skin fresh and slightly golden from the Portugese sun.
the music from the other apartments sings around me,
babies crying out in every language.
I’m alone and the moon cannot reach the window sill through the wire mesh,
pigeons can’t roost there even if they wanted to,
they’d get stuck.
it’s true what they say about long distance relationships-
on good days its difficult, on bad days its impossible.
But to watch you smile at my words
reaching your ears at a three second delay and eight hours into the future;
if that’s not the most beautiful form of time travel
then I don’t know what is.