We were not in the
same book. Gods different,
we were placing dots
and dashes, smelling nights
...
Was trying to―
make eye contact with
unknown in dark.
...
In a sneaky way
I liked to distrust him.
A between of daemon and man.
...
In aloneless,
searching for you―
in a dark truth
trying to find a place
...
A vinyl god
hardens. Forsakes affinity.
I take a dip in tears.
...
Fear of staying in sidelines,
as a waning voice,
and falling in a drain.
...
How will you undo
the legacy of violence?
A thought persistently bothers me.
...
The grass clings
to earth―
for a feel of mother.
...
Charred―
blueberries.
I am returning your gifts
of cruel times,
...
Looking into yourself,
one day you will say
I am not an alien.
...