on how to live

from the left, that glow

     but i won't look

just lay back 

into the tremor

close your eyes,

don't touch that glow.

i needed a little light 

(to see my own dark)

     but i won't look

     won't even acknowledge

that lamp 

unless it's illuminating 

the silver-black glint.

prologue

let's go.

 (out of the bubble)

 (salt lake county doesn't count)

some place where: 

- it rains more, snows less

- it's okay to say marriage terrifies me more than murderers

- we are together

- the smell of coffee is

- the act doesn't dictate your life

- no one asks if i'm going on a mission

- is Paris.