Poetry | April 22, 2026

Love Poem for Anaximander of Miletus 

I whisper into your ear
you are an invisible god
this thing you do asleep
is the world these words
from your frozen mouth
are the world and what
do I know about loneliness
I wish I knew every language
I could really spruce
this fucking place up
with the word for limitlessness
in Esperanto I could make
a man out of mud I could
breathe it into existence
with the word for jaguar
in Quechua you are both
things at once you wrap
yourself around yourself
like twin DNA snakes you
commune with spirits
you: verbose noun me: dumb-
struck in the kitchen you:
fishneck round the curve
me: stuck on the lamb
we meant to have for dinner
me: wasted on hope you:
opened the box me: too late
to save you: insight me: too
many books in the shed
what is empty a place
for this stuff is peopled
with ghosts who I warrant
you know what is good
with your gnomon
the sun an intelligent blob
the god in the vine and time
in the fruit to be et