church of the broken axe handle

March 28, 2016

What a cool story it would be if one of my best friends

was one of my favorite poets and I saw him open for

one of his heroes, closing the set with a poem he wrote

for the time I was a banged-up heart, making a line full of

grown men cry, at a rock concert, the same day I met my first

alien. Downtown Los Angeles, I am rising in love with you.