Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass — Chapter no 9

Quiet Waiter- Blue forever

You move like water sweet baby sweet waiter making the night smile to no one you xcater quiet wood worker from midnight till later my lover my laughter my armor my maker The way that I feel with you is something like aching

inside my stomach the cosmos are baking

A universe hung like a mobile

the alignment of these planets unique

In me the earth moves around the sun no land all sea

water world

sun chaser

tropic of cancer

southern equator

i’m the crying crustacean

sunbathing on paper moon.

Let’s rewrite the beginning of this primordial ooze shall we my love?

Am i being brazen for saying this year makes me feel like we could’ve wrote it better

Quiet Waiter Blue Forever

You move like water sweet baby sweet waiter making the night smile to no one you cater silent woodworker from midnight till later my lover my laughter my armor my maker The way that i feel with you is something like aching inside of my stomach the cosmos are baking

a universe hung like a mobile

the alignment of these planets unique

in me the earth moves around the sun

no land all sea

water world

sun chaser

tropic of cancer

southern equator

i’m the crying crustacean

sunbathing on paper moon.

Let’s rewrite the beginning of this primordial ooze shall we my love Am i being brazen for saying this year makes me feel

like we could’ve written it better

than him?

But who am i

just a girl in love dreaming on paper

rearranging the salt for the pepper

in love with you

my quiet waiter

Summer

blue

Forever

call me when you’re done with work

i’ll pick you up later the darker the better

five after midnight the darker the better

My bedroom is a sacred place now – There are children at the foot of my bed

Last year when I wrote you my last letter (the beginning of my future poetry) I acknowledged who you were for the first time.

I didn’t call you by any other name I let you know that I knew the true nature of your heart- that it was evil that it convinced me that darkness is real that the devil is a real devil and that monsters don’t always know they are monsters.

But projection is an interesting thing after you burned the house down you tried to convince me that i was the one holding the matches You told me that I didn’t know what I had done You said I don’t know who I am

But I do know who I am.

I love Rose Gardens I buy violets every time someone leaves me I love the great sequoias of Yosemite and if you asked my sister to describe the first thing she

thinks of when she thinks of me

she would say woodsmoke

I’m gentle

I’m funny when I’m drunk though I haven’t been drunk for 14 years

I go on trips to the beach with my friends who don’t know that I’m crazy.

I can do that.

I can do anything- even leave you because my bedroom is a sacred place now there are children at the foot of my bed telling me stories about the friends they pretend to hate that they will make up with tomorrow- and there are fresh cut flowers that i grew myself in vases on nightstands hand-carved by old pals from Big Sur and the longer i stay here, the more i am sure that the more i step into becoming a poet the less i will fall into being with you the more i step into my poetry the less i will fall into

being with you

the more i step into

my poetry the less i will fall into being with you the more i step into my poetry the less i will

fall into being

with you

the

more

i step into becoming a poet

the less i will fall into

bed

with you.