September 2019

If as shame is to memory, so too desire,
then is this desire, this cloak of shadows,
that I wrap close around me, that I
refuse to take off?  […]

I wake up at a lighthouse
where Ocean meets sound.

At the point of navigation
I lose sight of them. […]

I liked to think I sipped my heritage
from a mason jar,
     a tobacco drag like hardwood smoke. […]