i hate myself
and i want to
infuriate the world
the same way it
infuriates me
i think of what
you got me
and smile
sometimes a present
wishes someone well
like a love letter
looking for an embrace
by a lonely reader
sometimes a present
gives a person notice
like an exercise bike
waiting for a chance
to slim you down
but sometimes
a present just wants
to live with you
to dangle from
your ear
like a sparkly whisper
from a lover
or to support you
as you're walking
protecting you from
the dangers
of an endless darkness
or to stick somewhere
always to be seen
reminding you of the
dear perfection of a man
that roamed the world
with a beautiful princess, a trolley,
and a tiger with a wristwatch
that always told
the exact time
to care....
(which is always)
sometimes the wealth
of warm love
arrives all at once
warming up
the unused crevices
of a half beaten heart
(start)
