Sunday, 5 February 2023

seeing us and not them

in her eyes on the river's sharp
edges and on my toes framed
sequence. on the timid feather of
the strongest wings i ever did see.
through the sleeping fleece and
opened marble eyes.
with a garbage bag filled tear
and purposefully singled stare.
i was a frostbite in your home 
and directly born from within. 
i owe you a capital cry.











polished beads

adorn my heat again to seam through the veins of my heart and inside the steel of my toe.  i see pink clouds in her hair; she seeds  thunder...