Don’t read this

It is my letter

After you’ve been

Kind again

Don’t read this

I write to bear it

That's the way I’m born

To connect

After rooms

After mornings

Thinking that I could forget

Friends look

Me in the eye and say

I don’t think its over yet

Am e g d

Ooooooo

I kissed a man while dancing

And watched him fall away

I wish I would hold myself

Up with the day

I am no being myself

I am not being myself

The curves of the bridge

In the land locked fog

I drive past with mother

And memories in tow

That lift and descend

With no warning at all

Don’t read this

At least I’m writing

For a time I tried to forget

That I was drawn to you

And leaving didn’t

Change the curves of my bed

Leaving is leaving

And I will let it be

Look at how the grass bends gray in the winter

And rises up again in the spring

A resurrection f things

A resurrection of me

Find death where it is

But do not leave it be

Treat it as life

Treat it all as life