sketch 9

i made wishes,
you made sacrifices:
these are the safe
devices of being
instead of becoming.
in a cornered way
you have become
the trapped copy
of 8x11
entanglements
but i will always
margin walk to
meet wide rule lines
on such red
letter days.

you
build muscle
around my paper heart,
give pulse-

i build words
beyond my crippled voice
take impulse-

in the twists of roads
imperfect tenses
relax the jawline,
and
carve calm into the
unsteady meter of
imperfect poetry

once steady,
two blue lines will
drift from paralell
to their eventual
intersection,
a naturalizing bend
(in) path, direction, location. . .

pm soundtrack: miles davis in a silent way; lucero that much further west; small faces s/t; beatles for sale/help; jellyfish bellybutton; joss stone soul sessions ep; rem reckoning