and flee free from this corpse
smile you called home.
a moon shined on my back
and my torso bend against
the lonely stars;
waiting on opaque
and writing bigger worlds
with star lit snowflakes.
a poem written with shadows of
our ancestry; chain links erased
all of the periods and opened
up the white space,
again.
so i will sit naked on the moon and
let the written come back...
slowly against our pores;
the moon and mines and ours.
