“Does it feel the same, the aching endless longing, does it follow you?”
—Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
I would rather wear a string
of flowers than a string
of pearls.
I would rather not be married.
I would rather love you without
a paper license.
I want us to say fuck the world
and to grow our hair long,
maybe tattoo our bodies with
wise buddhist chants.
I want us to get drunk together
and make love in a car together
and laugh at things
that make us want to give up
on life.
I want us to appreciate everything
on this planet that we grow on.
I don’t want bills to govern us,
I don’t want society to govern us,
I don’t want blue-collar jobs
or gallons of money.
Let’s start a garden
where the grass refuses to grow.
Thundershower
Sometimes in my room at night
I shake to the sounds of thunder overhead.
But if I step into the dim porch light
and feel the raindrops
and see the sways of leaves shining momentarily
and everything illuminates in a silver sheen
for nothing more than a second—
and I think it’s the most beautiful thing.
