joe’s 60th


You’re 18, throw stuff
skate. yes no
that fur melts by
spring, don’t get
conscripted. run
now sit and forever
think. dawns light
squeeze time
all the world’s space.

relax hello
you’re so tiny!
grow, cycle full health
love, years clear work
mind, spine air.

January has
a sky with a zillion stars
and rains like 18.