This the Common Air That Bathes Us

That’s what she said.

That’s what he said.

That’s what she, he, you, me, we said.

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Said it to each other

Said it across long distance phone calls

and short distance pillow talks.

Said it to the mirror,

probably not often enough.

Said it to dogs in high-pitched voices,

and, in face licks and tail wags,

definitely had it returned

in ways other than words.

Said it on accident.

Said it too soon.

Said it too late.

Said it amidst arguments

that were never worth having.

Said it during love making

which was definitely worth having.

Said it to unborn children

Said it quietly over the graves of those now gone.

Said it to our parents

Said it to our parents exponentially more frequently

when we were low on cash.

Said it to the sky.

Said it to the stars.

Said it late at night

to new friends in old bars.

Said it in too many languages to count.

Said it soft,

then said it loud,

then said it louder,

and when it still wasn’t said loud enough

we created a Facebook event page

and invited everyone

so that we could all set our clocks just right

and simultaneously say it at the same time,

and after we did,

the earth grew a little quieter,

see, somehow we all collectively decided,

that anything that was ever worth saying,

had already been said.

I love you.


 

This the Common Air That Bathes Us

This the Common Air That Bathes the Globe

That’s what she said.

That’s what he said.

That’s what she, he, you, me, we said.

20171028_070905

Said it to each other

Said it across long distance phone calls

and short distance pillow talks.

Said it to the mirror,

probably not often enough.

Said it to dogs in high-pitched voices,

and, in face licks and tail wags,

definitely had it returned

in ways other than words.

Said it on accident.

Said it too soon.

Said it too late.

Said it amidst arguments

that were never worth having.

Said it during love making

which was definitely worth having.

Said it to unborn children

Said it quietly over the graves of those now gone.

Said it to our parents

Said it to our parents exponentially more frequently

when we were low on cash.

Said it to the sky.

Said it to the stars.

Said it late at night

to new friends in old bars.

Said it in too many languages to count.

Said it soft,

then said it loud,

then said it louder,

and when it still wasn’t said loud enough

we created a Facebook event page

and invited everyone

so that we could all set our clocks just right

and simultaneously say it at the same time,

and after we did,

the earth grew a little quieter,

see, somehow we all collectively decided,

that anything that was ever worth saying,

had already been said.

I love you.


 

This the Common Air That Bathes the Globe

A Poem for Las Vegas

I was born and raised in Vegas, and last night it was hit by a crazed gunman. A terrorist, who killed 50+ people with over 400 being injured. I don’t want to leave my house, but I know that not a good way to help my community. People need blood (donated), food, transportation, and water. So I’m gonna help any way possible, I’m just REALLY taken aback. First, the hurricane season hit multiple countries, now this…

A Poem for Las Vegas

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Do you love me?

There was a plea in your eyes

a choking sob

you caught in your throat.

I always thought I would be the one

to ask you those frightening questions

of doubt

insecurity.

The plan was never for anyone to get hurt

I’m sorry

for the pain I will cause your heart.

How cruel of me

to ruin a beautiful day

under the sun.

 

 

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