Found poem from Facebook statuses

3.28.14

1.
I see her at night, clear as fields.
We pour into Kapaa for a few ripe cherry tomatoes
and our first solo pints of universal law.

She's the only air-
I'm just beginning.  
Pretty flowers throw shade
and threaten each other's deliciousness.


2.
We're together again,
doing some inside joke about
living halfway down a very tall tree.
There's no moon, I have to document it.

Madeleine, someone is saying, don't be soft,
be tough to the end of the story. 

I'm just saying we haven't talked in ages.
I'm just having the craziest week
'cause you're so beautiful.


3.
I see her at night,
clear as fields.
Certain as whole tat soi leaves
singing the late blight blues.

Hearts are certain.
Hearts are soft-
gold hidden deep in the drain,
peaches pale as the shore.

Can a soft thing fracture?
What ending is this?
What story?