i love

i love rotten bastards
who steal peoples parking spots

and thin trees that crack
upon the slightest wind

i love the forest
with your name upon it
and the oceans
your hands make
when they fall over me

i love the naked breath it takes
to get anything heard around here

i love the hurting and the formless song
we take on when we aren't talking

i love the hernia and the band-aid
and the wisp and smoke

i love the daunted
and the unkempt
and the unbound

i love the fever pitch
and the west wind
and the wizards lips

as he recites rhyming

i love the horse fly
and the stains
and the wild trophies

you have left behind

when we falter