To Build a Fire & Other Poems
Many flowers need salt to grow, I just didn’t know it at the time
Some people are born with salt in their wounds
but I will stop putting in more.
I will plant some flowers in my garden
and give them the salt to grow.
I hope they make it though the fences
into my neighbour’s home.
I will not run out of love
I promise
like the liquor
promises the drunk.
The cup will always be full
if you let it.
To Build a Fire
I decide, at night, I will be fine.
Will bet on winning horses
and live a softer life.
Make my own bed in the morning.
Take the time to peel an orange
and the target off my back
more times than I shoot it.
I decide, I will start building a fire.
The house burns
but I have made this bed.
I will lie in it
gladly
maybe for the rest of my life.
I bite my own lips
and let them bleed on the covers.
We Know How To Love
And as long as we do,
we will also
know how to grieve.
The depth of your love today,
will be the depth of your wounds tomorrow.
It’s good to have thin skin,
it makes seeing the light easier.
Wounds are the places
it shines through.