If everything is possible, nothing is true

The rain is easy. The sun is easy.
Touching you - easy.
Every kiss
easier and easier
listening to me

in the dark
is it easy?

quitting you-

when you quit me

will you

tell me how
easy

the ground gives

traction easy

even on these greasy roads

your slick oily rainbows
beneath my tires, under our shoes,

we are burning hot

in this

good

winter

because

running - away
is easy

a dog barks at the

scarlet

moon

my speakers play

Mozart, or Chopin or

some other ghostly notes

and it is my whispers

breaking her silence

easy

after midnight

now- sleep

if it comes

-easy

or don't

or break

or bleed

or ache

or close your eyes and bite your lip

say it

my name-

easy

my blood flowing through these veins

my ink flowing over page

and the click-clack

inside my head

forget me

my heart pounding

nervously, longingly, beautifully,

so fucking

easily