I.

last year
I fell in love with my body,
my splendid capsule
conveying light materialized

II.

this is rebel joy,
greatest act of defiance.
I am water flowing
brisk and bright and growing

III.

fortune and experience gained,
yet not shared,
is the luxurious lining
of the rich man's casket

IV.

I am in the world's heartbeat
I am a participant in its
steady human thrum that I
grasp like a chain in both hands

V.

my hands will be made of
steady can-do attitude and
splinters of homes self-built and
promises ready to be kept

VI.

sensitive--
not quick to anger, but
attuned to details that
texture a life

VII.

there's a miniature solution
to every problem in my pocket.
if I cannot fix myself
I will fix everything around me

VIII.

our monuments
to great and good things
are only made of tender flesh
and rot if not eternally remade

IX.

I am the outlaw of the moment,
the devil in the details,
molding the dust of things long dead
into solid shadows that linger

X.

when I think of history
I see bleached bone seas and
rivers of fire extending their arms
to hold us softly

XI.

ride the wave
flotsam cares not
whether it will be salvaged or
whether it is useful

XII.

they cannot touch me
my body is a phantom
wherever malice exacts its hands
I pass through them