all things glitters in a fresh photo
In the lenses of my eyes
i catch you
trap part of you,
your soul
your eyes
iris tainted with
the earth
holding specks of
lost seeds
and tangle it
with mine
till there's no end or
beginning
only us
place in it my ribs
squeeze it in the
space between my
heart and lungs
space reserved only for you
and wait
time passes
as i watch you
there’s rain and
sunlight
that comes and goes
as deep in my chest
something vibrates
something throbs
and tingles
(i see)
a flower is growing
from your soul
into mine
overflowing my lungs
with oxygen and keeping
my heart beating and
cleansing me of toxins
filling me with
something beautiful
and will do so
til the rain stops
til sunlight grows short
and can’t reach here
and the flower withers away
(till i stop loving you.)
PUIULE
he said, you light them up.
you dream about touching
him. crumpling his sleeves like
sandpaper. sand
falls across the bed like
his body. which is folding, folding;
you love it unbelievably.
coming home and finding
the door unlocked. you press
into the latch, heart like
shoreline. pounding, pounding;
the rain that is his mouth, his hands
under this night-black
sweater that is too small.
he pulls it up over your head and
breathes more. a little more
than you know he meant to.
what else you know — you never
left home after all.
white noise, sunlight
at the edge of the windowframe,
shrinking back when he
rounds the corner from
halls that also recoil, refrain.
and do not stop him
as he comes to pull your
heaving heart out from in between
your thighs. shaking, shaking;
like being birthed again.
you hold back the evening tide
which is gripping the coast,
struggling against a desire
to rush back out to sea, where all
there is of heartbreak
is waiting, collecting like
silt. of all the windows you might
have touched your tongue to,
this is what opened.
he parts you, parses you, never
locks the door as he leaves.
you came back with roses
and he was holding a pillowcase,
fluttering against the
fan’s oscillating face.
he turns, a little like domesticity,
starts talking about the sun,
how it rose
when you walked in. he takes
the roses. breathes.
>>write about something you know
i know the stars are far apart.
standing here and looking toward the night gives the sense they could be touching, but even as we connect them and give them stories they drift further apart. relentless momentum. the stars watch each other and we watch dead light.
i know the universe is expanding.
if the distance was growing then, now it is waiting. in the day i know the sun is waiting for stars to rise. the night looks infinite now — will it be more so tomorrow? science speaks of chaos and order approaching infinity simultaneously but from opposing perspectives. i have lain at the heart of a frozen lake and watched the dark expand, seen constellations refute themselves as the galaxies revolve. so many small stories — in a thousand years, what new faces will watch from these vaulted ceilings?
i am afraid of time. i know they say it stops for no one. (who says that?)
i see time coming even as it passes me by. time is immaterial but it cannot be refuted like the stars. all things tend toward entropy. what do words mean when reality presses so closely, feels so cruel when you stand at headstones and imagine the faces of people who loved you? someday there will be no one. someday you will feel as cold as the stars, watching time expand around you as your memories walk quietly away, and slowly, you forget the ones who made you laugh.
there are not walls. i know nothing is for certain and though i know nothing for sure, i keep faith close to my heart, where it shines for me like starlight and the night is blue velvet.
your moon is not broken.
to accept the moon
you can’t only have its crescent
you don’t pick and choose
what you have and what you lose
though it has its cracks and its craters
and the dark, unknown side
you love the moon for what it is
not for what it lacks
you, similar to the moon, have flaws
but, love yourself for them
not in spite of them
and while you embody this satellite
do not be fearful of your darker facet
to be vulnerable and allow a visitor in
and just because it’s dark
doesn’t mean you haven’t seen the light
and the cavities and craters
do not mean you’re crazy
having a hole does not mean you are broken
the rugged, rocky moon is similar
to the scars your heart has
but similar to the moon, you are beautiful
your acceptance is your completeness
you come full circle, as the moon does