2024-04-08 what's the truth

of course i know the truth 

the truth is that your skin will jump 
when i touch it with cold hands

the buddleia will grow 
even when there is no soil

when i scrunch my eyes closed
i will hear thunder in my temples 

the cat will paw at my window 
to be let in from the rain

you'll be the first thing i think of
when i sit down to write 

the only way to fix things
is to look at them head on 

wherever you go, there you are

and yet and yet and yet