The Eyes We Asked for
And still, we are confused
when a loved one dies —
as though we didn’t ask, first,
to know.
I’d Hold Your Heart for You
My sincerest apologies,
I forgot how much
it hurts when the air you breathe,
it burns, and the way you see
it’s worse.
My most earnest regrets,
I didn’t know you’re
hiding, I didn’t see you
crying, I didn’t believe you could be
lying.
Beauty’s Edge
Sweet, sweet separation
between river
and her rock, pen
and her paper, tree
and her leaves, night
and her starlight, such
sweet, sweet distinction.
Take Me Somewhere Nice
Rather, those silver-bar
sand dunes gleam white,
under those stars that
never set over black
They Are the Gray: An Excerpt from an Unknown Text
¹⁵They are the living dead, they swim in the Styx under a silver moon,¹⁶they ceased crying long ago, they are the Gray.
For the First Time
Our reflections in
mirrors, the taste
of water,
our breath, our
fingers counted
in fives.
Right now, and
forever, for
the first time.
Dynamite and Machines
The brown rain soiled
under a rusted sky,
rainbows in puddles’ oil.
The elements enchained, we’re
swallowed up in steel beasts.
Thank You for 100 Followers
100 followers may seem like a small goal, but it has taken me many months and I’m very grateful to have reached it.
I Dreamed of a Wild God
On deaf tempest
and wild fire
my muted plea
fell, merely more
for the pyre.
The Lunatic’s Dream
I watched a boy chase a butterfly.
It was getting dark and hard to see —
He was far from home and lost his way
when the butterfly landed in my tea.