"Suns are for those
who know how to find them."

There was one in my jeans pocket
this morning and I refused to let go.

That's not catching, it's torture. 
But, fireflies are really golden raindrops
and they induce just as much suffering. 

If you want to know
what it's like
to hang upside down by your feet
on the corner of Main Street,
just above the road
I will tell you.

Sometimes I scare you
with the toenail of a word I learned
the night I forgot my names in a dream. 

You know I'll never drop you. 

He's in bed at night:
creaky wood floors,
drafty windows,
an open book with smudged charcoal antics 
from the day before. 

I can tell this life doesn't belong to him
or the person in the room next door. 
Or the ghost of a man
at the end of our hall
who screams for the idea of birds