performance art

if i read this poem out loud,
i'd let the audience know,
"this poem is about
looking for love
in all the wrong places.
or, rather,
trying to smooch all the wrong faces."

i just started reading ursula le guin

too much, not enough

remember when you said i gave too much?
remember when we played swords in the street
and yelled CAR like we were fifteen?
remember when you spoke of the importance of honesty
and hours later pulled a ridiculous charade?
remember when i snapped your suspenders
and asked how your day was going?
you don't remember, but i gave as much as i wanted to give.

my brain stained with champagne, you shattered my reality like the flutes we neglected to drink from. we began to rebuild our world meticulously around shared obsessions, shutting out everyone and everything. like two psychiatric patients, we ran through underground cities and living nightmares, screamed into dark hollows and whispered secrets to the stars, stared across cracked horizons, and wanted nothing and everything all at once and waited for the day when you could love again.