Comments about s.k. kenworthy
knocking over days are trees maybe pines
remember when pins felt like needles
i watched a siphonpohore wash ashore
imagining how painfully gorgeous it was like waiting.
i too would sting, swim & kill for
bumping teeth just once a day back to breathing against
your neck of the woods your neck
the woods neck of the break is over i can taste
the clocks are dying and getting wound up
hands everywhere the months are gone the years
the beginning of the end of the beginning is the
sky is not it’s not falling it’s summer, we are
sweating hot back ...