I have to promise my mother

I will never go insane.

the end.

but Jesus.

i have to make kids

i have to continue

live between the guitar strums of "everloving" by Moby

she loved Fastball

everyone can see the road that they walked on was paved in gold

its alway summer it never gets cold\

this is lame

the way I present this to you

I want you  to know that my mothers love

washes over you like an atom bombs light

the recounting of a soldier authentic

can see the light of the plume

through eyelid and hand

can see the bones and contours within

a map to your truth

she knows what you like

and serves cake with wisdom

I have a friend 

who cries to us

come in come in

while the twilights warm and the earth doesnt know

that we have ended it

with our anger and our machines

this moment between thriving and desolate

this time before the earth knows we have given up

on her.

this time in a relationship

when we are not speaking

but wondering

if the other still writes poems about ut

or thinks about us.

while the twilights warm.