Happy to exist – New Poem

Happy to exist


Take off your handmade wings.

Wash that chicken blood off your face.

Stop looking upwards, you’re always looking upwards.

It doesn’t automatically make everything all better.

(I ought to know, I tried after you told me about it so convincingly)

When you crawled into bed last night

with cold fingers, you were funny sexy, angry

before we had even started to kiss.

I don’t want to say I think you’re going crazy,

because you’re the rarest species I’ve met

and I know, I can, if I wanted to, make you laugh until you choked

because you trust me.


The goal these days is to be holding out hope, while

being thankful I’m wandering this strange sort of maze

for someone I care about so much.