this child of mine

"If you don't have anything to fight for, then you just shouldn't be a pirate."



"Are you just a mess when no one is around?"

our

And we just keep
mouthing that we are
in love, in love at
sight and touch, all four
or five of us, knowing
we aren't in love, because
here we are, all poets,
chanting about the
nudes of God and
the moon, dancing
in hammocks to
James Taylor and Joni
Mitchell. We are not
better than hot,
not better than bouillon. Just our
bicycle wine and our
souls borne into our
palms, our children in
our veins. Better than
nothing, ourselves all
disjointed and interwoven
like these too short eight-
year old sweaters. Just
with these boxes and these
bottles we are going to make
the world a better place,
saying we'll get married
in five minutes, get
married on Sunday.