the poet’s choreography

these poems are

these poems are meant to be read alone

these poems are meant to be read quite literally

these poems are meant to be read in english

these poems are meant to be followed into the dark

followed to their small watery grave

to be

to be small

meant to be short

to be filled with air continously

to be only breathing inward

these poems are meant to be read in provo utah

these poems are meant to be read with your mother sitting next to you

these poems are meant to be read while you are eating bread and butter with a glass of water

these poems are meant to be read secretly at church

these poems are meant to be read at a stranger’s death bed

these poems are meant to be read without thinking about love in the sllightests

these poems are not meant to be read (only published)

these poems are meant to be read in one sitting

these poems are meant to be heard but not seen

these poems are meant to be understsood

these poems are meant to be forgotten within a week

to be small in my own palm

be furrowed in my own brow

be imagined by my own son

skoffed by scorn

walked around slowly

indefinitely

brought to justice

brought to mercy

to love to cockleshells in the garden

to my own shadow ..

what is it? where did it come from

when did I become so opaque

these poems are meant to be … they are just meant to exist.