RAEDOLYN IS YOURS

when you take care of my frame like this it feels


like it felt on aberdeen avenue at night

but tilted straight, not dutch

I wake up at three in the morning and choreograph it all with you

"is that your sheep?" asks david ochoa.

he can't stop smiling with red eyes.


we're going to start a church, they say

and I blast guts by augustine

I sail toward the airport and past and future

"does that prius fly?" asks jaco.

he can't stop smiling either.


and I take shelter from the rain in this strange coffee parlor

not knowing how beautiful this poem is about to be

but knowing, suddenly,

through sunburned skin

that this could be their hotel.


you saved him under a magnolia

and you're saving me with a sheep

and you build it beautiful.


my friends dance like I did at three in the morning

they yell and throw banners through the air

stomping amidst fire and color and nursing their children

"do you wanna see my room?" asks annabelle. asks rebekah.

we're all getting ready for a wedding.


our anniversary is coming up.

and I miss my family in the sea of blue

the melted ice of the rockies

"are you going to live in texas?" asks kodee.

I see her out the window, playing with the flowers as I pack everything I own into my car

she tilts her head to match the angle

as I drive through the heart of dallas laid low

under the rainy mist of voting day


I dive deep, to deep, to deep

rock my head to rhythm

astounding worlds rocking with me as I swim

swallowed in the see


stewards of the mysteries of god.



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