dear march, o you.

you're soooooooooooooooooooooo dead.
silly little fucker.
gawd, you were nice.
fluffer you.
thanks...............

rough-lil-month
i can see your spine
i can see your breasts
i can see the indentions in your lower spine
i can see the muscles in your abdomen bend , curl , heave
i can see you

rain on me
rain all over the
plants: the tall grass, the early azaleas
all over the dogwood blossoms
all over the lent, the foreheads swiped in ash, the plans for vacations in destin

i am trembling
i am drinking
i still smoke
i keep "losing weight"
i'm sure im falling apart
    like a storm tearing up some rookie leaves.

these are my,
my white knuckles.
im holding on
i am taking you with me. silly tree
stubborn roots
obstinant foliage
you glorious fucking flora

welcome to a new world
wilkommen auf der april
here's muh teef
my abdomen in tune with lapping waves
my steady breathing, like an old train
my piles of american dream
my lost self
my book burning wit
my scarred forearms and my X

hale.