and find your glasses
your body reminds you
of who you were before you slept
but some days are held together with toothpicks
some days you rub your lamp
and an ocean of bright dreams
laps at your feet
some days
you miss your mother
some days
you wish your father was dead
some days you spend hours hanging yourself
from the cross
of your dark thoughts
but the sleepless brilliance
of the bleached bones
of the ancient spot
at the center of the sky
will always forgive you
will always find you
drunk in the dusty street
your mouth so dry
you'd drink piss
if you knew
it had passed through an angel
always
no matter how dead you are
you're pregnant
there's something greener than you
it lives in the center
wherever that is
and pisses on everyone
legs splayed
like peace
it feels warm on our skin
that's why we light candles
and as an artist
with whatever cache that brings
let me say
light candles
leave the fucking bombs at home
leave the guns in the graves
of all of our dead uncles
why
when they look through the crosshairs
can't they see their mothers
can't they remember their fathers
can't they see themselves.
-January 19, 2009
Tucson, Ariz.
