when there isn't enough tissue to dry the edges of eyes

back again in this familiar, yet disembodied place
of tiredness and late night phone calls from far away much longed for voices
somehow the phrase
i miss you
has lost dimension or adequate proportion
the breadth of the words not nearly close to enough
there are too many places i want to be
too many hands i want to hold and bodies to cling to
friends, lovers
the strangely complex space that somehow springs up
between and through the two
home again
and not quite home at all

side note: the poetry reading went astonishingly well -- and i have those of you out there who read these things and who've kept me feeling like these words really aren't wasted or completely trivial to thank for that. posting here has given me a certain level of confidence and i'm glad i was able to transcend into the physical realness of the words -- if even for a moment. it felt good to stand up in front of other people and to say without apology or fear -- this is who i am -- even if it is just sometimes.