There is a gold heart
Where rot should be a locket
Kept me from sepsis
-me
Life
•September 4, 2022 • Leave a CommentNocturnal
•September 3, 2022 • Leave a CommentGrey conifer limbs
In the half-moon light
Curved to the earth
And moving slight
Like a spider’s legs
On the midnight wind
Dark season pricks
My skin again
-me
Tip
•September 2, 2022 • Leave a CommentI hover
On the cusp
Of depression
That spot
Where a tip
And a taste
Of feeling
Reminds me
That life
Is as close
As a point
Of my toes
– me
Drawing: Highwire, by Charity Daw
Thread
•September 1, 2022 • Leave a CommentThere are threads
To painful to pull
So you leave it alone
To slowly unravel
But then that~waiting~
For the long undoing
Brings a chore
You hadn’t guessed at
So finally
You Flinch, BRACE, breathe
Become ready to tug
When someone
Bumps
Brushes by
And carelessly catching
That—————one———————-loose——————————end
”Wait!”
They keep walking away
Forcing you
naked
Into the world
-me
My Child, on Your Leaving
•August 31, 2022 • Leave a CommentThe first words
I said to you
Without my womb
Between us
As you screamed
I held you tight,
“Tell me about it kid.”
The last words
I said to you
In a dream
The world was ending
Without illusion
Between us
As you were silent
I held you tight,
“Ok, here we go.”
I am glad
It has been
The two of us.
-me
Reaching
•June 9, 2022 • Leave a CommentI’ve left
My life
Line on
A threshold
Somehwere
Between
The up
And down
So I
Must reach
If I
Should need
A way
To leave
This
Fucking town.
-me
Battle
•April 8, 2022 • Leave a CommentWhat if
There is no easy
Clean cut
Love
Only a clumsy
Reopening
Of scars
Accompanied
By a careful
Excision
Of those healing
Keloids
Gone awry
Maybe
A restitching
Of the self
Into a neater
More presentable
Demarcation
Of old injury
And in time
If you are lucky
You can bare
Your soul and skin
Again
Without the shame
Of scaring
Men
-me
Precarious
•March 27, 2022 • 1 CommentIn early morning
Stillness
A train whistle
Split and traveled
Fast
Bending trees
And raking grass
The shockwave
Slammed
Straight into me
Shaking
Picture frames
And aging meat
From well placed
Hooks
Inside my brain
-me
Redemption
•February 12, 2022 • Leave a CommentThe springtime sounds
Of sawing wood
I never hear in winter
Redemption rides
Warm temperatures
To fix what freezing splintered
-me
Asymmetric Urges
•January 15, 2022 • Leave a CommentI love to run my lips
Along my freshly lacquered nails
Their sturdy smoothness soothes me
And I do it quite incessantly
As if to reassure myself
That comfort always lives
Only a hand gesture away
But nearly simultaneously
I feel the urge to flinch
To part my lips and teeth and jaw
And bite down hard
To leave behind a dented scar
Along one perfect surface
Erasing all symmetric sureness
Playing with my own desire
To allow and to deny
And so sometimes I bite
And when I do I always know
Which nail my lips will seek out first
-me
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