• redden my feet

    your feet is what i was to worship; spring flowers and rivers at your wake, but for as long as i know, cracked earth, a ring of flames, and tongue that lashed; i have always unclaimed you; and yet here i am folded. press your hot coals into my palms, redden my feet in your…

  • paved

    you took the paved road and raged, asked me to take the one that leads the heart, and that too, has led to annihilation, i know you have still tasked me with something unsaid, unformed; don’t worry, i have found the candle, the chamber will come,

  • birth a flower

    don’t ask me why, i must walk it blindfold; where there is no ground, and no further step for these toes, i cannot hesitate; my breath hangs like a ghost, the next inhale depends on this; you say birth a flower, even after all the nails that had bitten into you, your loneliness has gouged…

  • is real

    the pen zips, pauses, tilts and breathes; the pot of ink sits under the ribcage, your words dip into it and sweetens, flows down these fingertips, ink shines silver—something else, i know there is something else; but i cannot prove it, bleeding is real,

  • folded

    our promises folded; the strings that held two together neatly wrapped around a coin; the corners of the pages of our favourite book unfolded, pressed out, closed; the words in our mouths finished before it had a chance to begin, to begin,

  • curse

    i watched you, watch her tear through my chest and eat; you did nothing, you have been eaten the same; and you say, it’s the mother’s right; i don’t think so; i think it’s a curse the first she had placed on a weak heart–or that she couldn’t allow in the purity of a pearled…

  • mouth

    can you read those droplets running down skin, dripping down moss, and hair, rivulets down the feet, and earth; you say there is not enough kisses; i say what do you mean? the air is filled with it; flowers spilling, fruits, beating wings, everything touches something; you are eating love just standing, the mouth is under…

  • emblem

    you wear the emblem of the rejected, montage of reshaped pieces that reflected light; you threw yourself to the flames, to wear a shroud; the lights switch off around you, maybe, the sun has been too harsh on you as it has for me; i don’t blame you, i don’t blame you—forgive me,

  • said

    i don’t remember what were the words, but i remember your lips, pursed between a half-smile, a kiss and a thought; how could you hold three strings between two? i don’t remember what i said, and i have said a lot over the years; the well hasn’t dried—but you wear a shroud,

  • hollow

    i will give you the hammer and chisel myself, and beg you to keep chipping away; do not let stone remain unformed, even more, hollow it out, inside, outside, shelled; a moonshell in midnight wet sands, let me sing you like everything else; break me, break me,