01.08.017

Gloam Over New Lovegrove

The man climbs into the bath
Steam rising in eddies and plumes
At the conjunct of skin and hot water;
Whorls of hair in languid streamline---
Mind wandering to Barbara Kingsolver,
From pig to ape to man:
Like fingers of a hand; limbs to branches---
emanant seaborne web.

21.09.017

Considering sending reparative texts
Realizing they may knock the keystone loose
Thinking about the apocalypse:
How crazy would I get?

Solemn hymns humming through my head
Swarming phonemes syllabic cacophony
Screeching bells pealing god-damnit god-damnit
I'm tired, I'm trying.

08.11.016

As a child, I'd have commanded the wind-- a force unseen, yet powerful all the same.

I far preferred hiding to seeking.
Slept under my bed. Read in the closet.

I spent hours in trees, away from the world, though able to observe largely unseen, anyways.

I was a mermaid; I held my breath as long as I could, slopped water on the floor-- reverberations of ululations on tiled walls my own captive, chamber-echoed ocean hush.

13.09.017

The fire of the Earth burns in your eyes,
A deep, smoldering brown.
Hurt, too, is shut away behind the fire, though it bleeds out all the same,
Encountering nothing from me but oblivion.
I am so stupid and thick to recoil, neither flame nor pain seen without Time's passing.

I am a star, burning cold in the great vacuum of space.
The warmth of your terra firma reaches me too late;
The spectrum of my response, celestial coronal flares— mass ejections—
Is a window to your past.

Onward. We pine for distant heavenly bodies,
Forever immersed in our own nebulae.
The comets have such a space to cross.
Such coldness, forgetfulness.

21.03.017

Your faces have changed so much over time.

Your eyes,
your stature,
cadences of speech:

you've many bodies,
each replete with its own sorrows and sins.
Such is existence, such are beings human.

And our children:

they flicker in and out, jumping universes
with our every bodily shucking,
each changing of the guard;

upon us, limits imposed: jail-cell
flesh, flesh
cellularly-composed,

tissues besot by:

hologramspacetime;
aguey feverdreams;
conscious human minds;

false chaos in loving blackness;
pyritic order 'midst nonsensical din;
there is no meaning outside all of this.

26.03.017

Lovelace, pronounced "loveless"
Beyond stasis
Lowest blood-oxygen concentration ever seen
Won't fucking stop justifying her bad drinking habits
Vomiting at 28
Bald, like an infant
Just as helpless
She's still talking about herself, the same as ever
Paralysis on the couch
Inaction, the olde feeling
Frustration
I need to call him
I need to leave work
To return home
For his funeral
If not now,
Then soon
I need
To break into my own stores of oxygen
I havent had enough
I need to sink into the wilde,
To break from this sense of self,
Personhood

Beyond stasis
We may both die far from home
We may both be returning home
I need to escape

22.05.017

Your rituals of movement-- gestures,
Humans call them--
Have me living a celestial fantasy;
Words and their cadences, lilting patterns of aural accentuation;
Meetings of ocular sphincters, irises--
A morse-code of sorts--
Place me with supreme delicacy
(Every time)
In a special space, allotted for enchantment
And obfuscation, a rebuilding of psychic memory, a blurring of otherwise-objective
Perception, an reality independent
(Non-existent).

By your'n blazing gaze, I am held:
No power, no willful movement.
My mind screams as you move into the space
I've been taught to think of as "me"

18.08.017

"We aren't able to locate you" -- Grindr.

In a straight bar, on my fifth whiskey-coke. The treble from the corner speakers cuts my ear drums, a low-grit sandpaper. The kids are talking about cocaine and adderall. I could use some weed, or a sobering three-mile walk home. It's quarter-past ten, and I'm thinking about bed, or about taking the suave teddy-bear to the bathroom with me. He joked that 5 more beers might do it.

"Running through the dark woods; fallen, couldn't see straight. I was only looking for a Human to reciprocate."