no resolutions

still singing with a stolen voice.
still falling in love with strangers.

too many after-midnights:
                                       manufacturing weather.
                                       pretending not to understand
the languages of hunger.

as if the flapping birds you
call your hands don't thrum
with excess and
joy alike.

as if you are not forever lost: in these patterns.
                                           in the mystery
of laughter.

as if you are not still just a visitor to your own body.