catalpa, heart-shaped and boneyyour daddy died years ago,in redress of his mind, where I leavemy fingers on the stone,and I’ll never see him, he is just a rockhe is just a worm;you’ve been in my mindbut never knew me,I tire; deathis half the stradivarius of the birdsand their strings of gutthan it is mystifying orinboundto […]
When I die, I want to go softlyfree from the miseriesof my body breaking downorgans sickened, cutting off lifeas I suffocate, drift away When I die, I want to wakein a safer worldaway from earth’s torments& adverse emotionsgurus say we must bear When I die, I want to see Jesus’ facewash his feet, though he’d […]
bare-bones / wed to abandoning in-uterofingers; the apple burstslike an appendix / and the seabreast to breast / is a mistressto the Kalahari sun/ mouthing /to my moon“death goes to the worms” / alien touch / my love has gone /threnody and dream, as if the Earth is glass /stranded / to the ghosts /of […]
Ophelia flowers leaving to the excessive blindness by the fingernails of psithurism, and trees that inherit the blood red; ankles sink into the ocean stars come to the end of light—the angry light that feasts beyond the last bone from the tree, and dark waves beyond the terminus of the skies familiar in […]