• settling

    throw back the fishing line further, even further, where time slips off like a waterfall at the edge of the world; spin, and throw, where space stretches, and eternity sings; stop folding yourself to the shallow pool of your ankles and your reflection never settling—further, ripple.

  • don’t

    i saw the color red, the robe of your red, only the soft folds on the floor of a half-dream; the first vision, and the slamming of a pen that promised not an ink more; the pages free; you showed me the blue globe between my fingers, and i swallowed it whole, you showed me…

  • silver

    the ocean swallowed you whole, i no longer pray for dawn; the cycles of the stars color my vision void; only once in a millennium they say; only once in a short span of life; the pearl clasps like a bead of tear; silver clinks my ears, arms and belly; do not unchain me,

  • sips

    i am almost full in that bottom of the bottle, come serve me some more, tender of spirits; i’ve heard tales that you pour from forever; give me now, forever has claimed the child and dreams; give me now, let me drink a few sips more, i will spill over for you,

  • wear

    “i don’t understand, why do you not want to wear your skin for yourself?”“what does that mean?”“i mean actually wear what you have,”“I am,”“you are not”“I am”“why is your hand lifted like it’s begging?”

  • tethered

    in exchange, my eyes, and ears were given, in exchange, take all the sweet scents, take the salt on my tongue, take all of the things that keep me tethered, in exchange, give me my silence, give me not a spark of light, and give me my heart, my bowl of tears,

  • gone

    “where are you? the path’s gone off-course,” “i am not lost”“then where are you? there is only darkness here,”“i am not lost. I am.”

  • thinned

    speared through—aches—i didn’t know it mattered; that it all mattered, so much so, numbness eats; the edge of intensity is apathy; and i have been skirting where the air has thinned out, a wall slams shut; and i refuse to go back; forward is the only momentum it knows, even in foreshadowed, perpetual heartbreak—

  • clip

    i remember the look on your face in the first snip on the threshold of my bedroom door, i remember, your fears gathered in the corner across from where you sleep; i have cycled back to the first snip under a new winter sun, how funny, i’ve loved you through many faces, only to clip…

  • debt

    there is a word debt i owe, for having opened prematurely to things unsightly that wore your face; spider webs veil these caverns and Arachne has ceased to sing in her frenzy; have you seen darkness dense pressed against your skin?