tuesday before the garden

"Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact."

-judith butler-

However, how often can we tighten our seams, hem up our edges?

Let's try, at least, to push up the sides of one another for now, 

swaddle and feather, tuck each other and both our feet in,

at least through the end of this winter, at least until an aura

of blues and pinks form around the empty branches of buds.

at least until this world all starts to smell of undoing, of being,

of loosening cracks, saps, and syrups. 

let's tighten our belts and backs until the honey starts to flow freely,

come april, june, or so.

The birds this all morning are all fat with winter, as it's 19 degrees.

you're all cold, right?