Digging in the Dirt

i wrote this on 7/10/97, a week before you asked me out.


7/10/97 for A** at different drummer

strange how the day keeps you
warm in the kindness of its sun
uncertain in the slow breathing of its clouds
opening and closing upon you,
as if to say "now i will swallow you,
your happiness, your completeness,
and leave you only the heaviness of rain."

then, it changes its mind, opens and comforts you
with it's burning orange eye, restoring you,
straightening you with its hands

when you speak to me, it is like this:
your beautiful smiles and lovely hesitance
return me to the sky, where angels with
tattooed wings kiss in dark coffee shops.