i would like to write a poem about boyhood / but it is not

something to be written / there is

nothing there except the knowledge /

that the ocean will always have

                                             salt & wetness /

this is like boyhood / like the ocean / salt & wetness

always like crying & a bloody lip / this is the story

of how i used to cry so easily / & still easily cry / but

maybe this is why / i want so badly to write poems

about boyhood / because all love is like

this gaze staring into a cloud / how to explain

but to fold boyhood into a paper airplane / and then watch

it fly away / because

it is a brownie’s small favor

or an act of small spellcraft / anything

to forget  / or more accurate to misremember

               chains of dandelion crowns / in place of

reasons to seek shelter