behind a curtain
the child
peeks beneath a mirror
~~
BARK
and then
I write
~~
almost
almost
not enough
~~
feet move
while muffled clothes
collect the sun
~~
the dog’s tail
wagged until
she lost her bone
~~
a stranger enters
the gate
his eyes
a naked core
~~
The brittle wood had
hollowed. The boy carved until
it was two.
~~
Arise!
For justice
is in your heart.
~~
He was blind
until the wine
that gave him spine
~~
the sweet smell
of rolled tobacco
hints demonic smoke
~~
A fly that flips
and dives in random drives
if only it would find
the time to die
~~
unmapped land
inside the bugle calls
we lay down and rest
~~
she weeps, she sighs
in passion there she lies
her atoms and space
in silk and lace
Year:
2012
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