BJ Love

from A Man Called BJ Love

 

 

When the cicada sing, know that we practiced super

hard, that there is a choreography to every butterfly.

O me, O life, there are so many mountains that I am

happy just to look at, happy just that I have good

enough cell reception to call you and say I have been

lying to you all this time: here is where I fell in love

with the entirety of you, how I came to feel your hip

bone on every ledge, how I came to fill my hands

with great bundles of purple clover, how I came to

understand the busyness of a million things looking

 

for a bite to eat.