• static

    to be contextualized, carved by the wound from static; protruding villi from a mass of flesh; of it and not of it, it and not it, half-births and half-deaths, gravity and space, mirrors bent refract, repeated, repeated, still—

  • specter

    i like the strings strung from the abysmal edge cracked by the hammer of my promised lies; every breath whistles, strikes, vibrates into oblivion; so thinned, even sunlight shimmers like a specter through skin—i wish to play you as you play me,

  • unreal

    if i close my eyes, the world doesn’t exist is it? so long as i don’t see, all remains unreal, no blink of a previous image; you promise me two winters, before silence breaks fast, penance for violation, and i seek no further than my arms; leave me be so, till breath times itself,

  • more

    words that drop like rain, words that run across, words that burst like images; the degrees to a scent; what compels to speak sound, read the lines on my face, the slopes of my shoulders, bent angle of each finger; do you need more?

  • except

    i cannot know less than forever; nothing stills time like loss, finality has eternity written in it and i want that inked between us—is, was, and will be; the ocean is in the stars, the veins unspill, everything unwrites except this, this

  • true

    it’s not possible on this mud for our feet to stay, we only exist in the skies; mud unsweetens what it pulls and i do not know how to reach through skin; the devil plays the long-game, checkmate before the first step—mud, cover me for the colour of my sky to be true,

  • unclutch

    the dream springs even as the eyes open, the exhale in the inhale; i can feel your stillness before your movement, i know i can’t hold dead things; but, nothing stops me from trying—bleed me dry, my hands will not unclutch; tell me, kindness is a kind of oppression,

  • white

    wet white drenched things, skin seeping, ice and heat, melting, liquid softness; that embrace; and eyes that drink, drink, drink…

  • again

    look, the sun’s come out again, oh, the rain’s gone again, springs’ flowers are leaving again, look, the carp is belly up, look, everything is green again, look, you are gone, why are you smiling at a peek-a-boo game? betrayal is my love language too!

  • let me

    give me the things that move under the earth; those glorious dark underthings; the mirror that holds no reflection of its own, but demands total abandonment; intoxicate me, nothing pulls me than the gravity of your absorption; let me take,