I loved this

"It isn’t that to have an honorable relationship with you, I have to understand everything, or tell you everything at once, or that I can know, beforehand, everything I need to tell you.

It means that most of the time I am eager, longing for the possibility of telling you. That these possibilities may seem frightening, but not destructive, to me. That I feel strong enough to hear your tentative and groping words. That we both know we are trying, all the time, to extend the possibilities of truth between us.

The possibility of life between us."

-Adrienne Rich

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“for next time.”

Sometimes it’s a blunt
overarching statement:
“Don’t get hit by a bus.”
Other times it’s uttered in code
because it’s too hard to say
and too important not to say.

It’s hard to tell someone,
take this piece of me,
I’ll take this one of you,
we’ll go out into the world
away from each other
but I promise to come back,
return that piece safely,
put it back and take one
exactly like it

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Open

He might have been going for
sensuality – an open-mouthed kiss.
He may just have been talking
about opening a door.
Or legs.
But
I think the idea he was going for
was if you just
open your chest to the universe
and forget everything you know
about who’s supposed to like who
you might be surprised
at who you want to kiss.

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Close Friends

It makes me wonder
when my straight friends
can look at a woman staring,

ostensibly for hours,
through a schoolhouse window
at another woman teaching
and still think
they’re just close friends.

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1940

I don’t care if the door frame

draws a line between them.

The door between them

is only screen.

I don’t care if one of them is

in a button down shirt and vest

and the other’s in a sundress.

They're both still asking

the same question.

I don’t care if they don’t know

their hands are six inches apart

on either side of the wall.

They’re both still reaching

for each other.

One softly and one

with so much strength.

I don’t care if it was 1940.

I just want them to tear the door

open and kiss.

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Purple Heart

Last night I found this plastic purple heart

You had given me the first Valentine’s Day

I was in love with you.

I found a fortune from a cookie

I must have crammed down inside it.

Pulled it out and read

“Never put all of your eggs in one basket”

I always did put all of my hope

In your heart.

You called me up later,

“Uh, oh. What’s wrong, buddy?”

You just knew by the way I said hello.

I didn't want to tell you

All I did say was,

“You owe me some sympathy pancakes."

“Ah. Sorry. How’s Tuesday?”

“Tuesday is perfect."

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So, I figured since I'll be writing some poems for Hochy this semester I might as well post them here.

Disclaimer: 90% of this poem is a lie.

Missing

See me

In the clothes I slept in and

Drank too many cups of coffee in

Driving to your house,

Windows down, my voice tracing

Over the words of a poet I fell

In love with today

See you

Dressed in a tight red skirt

Angry that your nails hadn’t

Dried before I honked

See us

Going to see a romantic comedy

So straight my head might explode

See you watching James Franco

See me trying not to consider your thighs

See us driving home. You missing me.

Me

Missing

You.

Fist Bump

"Oh, come on! It's a one man performance of Gilgamesh! What's not to love?"

"But..."

"Have you even read Gilgamesh?"

"I have read Gilgamesh, I swear. I actually liked it better than Beowulf."

"So, then what's your issue?"

"It's 5:45 on a Friday: I want to get out of here, man."

"Lame."

"Dude, I have dinner plans."

"Dinner plans. How original."
"No, really, I do."

"And who are these plans with?"

"The girl. Uh, you know."
"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course. The girl. Go ahead. Be more vague."

"The plans are with...the girl all of the poems are about."

"All of the poems?"
"All of the poems."

"See you on Tuesday, kid. Come early."
"You want us to come early now? An hour and a half not enough time to expand our minds?"

"No, just you come early. I'll fill you in on Gilgamesh."

Here's to bringing out the best in someone.

Kate told me tonight this is her favorite picture of us. I think it describes us and our friendship pretty well. I do stupid things to make her laugh. She follows my lead. We have a bunch of pictures in which she's smiling and I'm making a silly face. Of the million facets of our friendship I love, who I am when I'm around her is one of my favorites.

Six years later