Listen to Michael Ryan reading this poem. Alien bliss despite Shit visiting you with its daily dose that not paradoxically fuels good talk and jokes
you biweekly infuse me with.
Everyone else I know goes ha ha
expelling breath but dear only
you inhale as you laugh.
I so love and have so long
Loved this large-barbed wheeze
dragging the depths
for what’s alive inside
prehistoric camouflaged
fang-faced monsters that become
almost docile surfacing in
your exhilarating brilliance.
