Unintentionally Sharp
I hate that I loved it most
at its weakest
I did not eat dry toast
or monotonous meals
My secret was dying a little
while trying not to die a lot
Conservation of Matter
Oh to have a body
Messy, beautiful
Fluid and dust and stars sewn up
In the breakable harmony of our organisms
Night Vision
Some years are a dark tunnel / claustrophobic with exhaust / Some, an open field / the biggest sky and the slightest breeze / And I suspect some years / fall somewhere in between / But my memory lately / is of the extremes
Read More...Business As Unusual
It is hard to resume
business as usual
when you’ve watched the clock’s hand
move toward midnight
as flesh
