any other time I’m
spinning longside forward,
wishing hard times would bend toward better ones ahead; flying
fast to the veiled end or
...
twisted like a ribbon, my mind
assessing my living
space
and tumbling into faces, lit red in the sun—reflections
...
Gleaming pearls of a premeditated version of the past
tumble forth,
forgetting the ears that hear the taint of truth beneath
the shine,
...
i thought i’d seen it all before;
there is a moment when i’m
slipping and you’re kissing
the part between my hair, sore
...
She wakes to hear his whining in the early morning,
calling like fallen angels to gods, they
break from a sleep I couldn’t know, where
lights twinkle off and become flickers, flinching in pale
...
The ghost, five foot eleven, draped in
olive and khaki creases,
eyes bloodshot and yellowing,
but his face alive with a
...
I don’t know
what the last days felt like,
how many plates of chicken spaghetti
you had to turn down;
...
The easy glide of toes along
the soft, flaked bottoms of my feet,
a vacation from the smell of cleaning fluid
and people who talk to colleagues
...
You will be walking down the
Concrete steps, crumbling over a hill,
Matching each remnant,
Each rock and pebble
...
most people keep their bones on the inside,
twisted up tightly
like the decaying, corked wine
we let sit on the counter for months.
...