enclose yourself in that stand of red pines so i can demonstrate just how high they climb from the sand of their birth i wear my mother’s old ringon my smallest fingera stone for each childcomes up five gems shorti wear my mother’s namebound around my lips waste time with melet’s find an escapefrom theseContinue reading “it’s wasting time either way”
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another poem about ye covid
in these uncertain timesi am certain that i have surrounded myselfwith top-quality hearts and mindsi am staying home, bathingin a deep pool of caring in these trying timesi have tried to offer solaceand understanding to the ones gnawed byanxiety rats as we adjust to our new normali realize i want nearly nothing to change
i barely know ‘er
from my vantage point behind the desk i can see rib fragments and detached limbs and brain matter and dark bloody muscle stretched out mosaic on the concrete the stomach twists and writhes the heart hovers, moaning hummingbird i want to mash all the pieces together form them into something that’ll live but seeing howContinue reading “i barely know ‘er”
mattress dungeon 