Poetry

queen flame / take me as your bride of silver rain / veil of spanish moss […]

The sky is palming the sun. Your palm cradles this yellow
fruit above our blue sink where the knife sleeps, useless. Use […]

I know all about the kind of time that’s left; the slow boil hour just before
I have to leave: make the bed, clean the kitchen, touch the table, touch
the lamp —circle —circle —and still leave sooner than I need. My father […]

the underside of the striatum hides a marbled effect.
recall fire-gilding pork belly, volatile drops of fat lingering in your hair […]

Copper wiring: sheetrock: dust: ash. But no alcove, money: scrolls: relics of an era aged into worth. & not one body. Our skeletons are our own. […]

The field-smoke shuffles across the sky […]

                            Dear ocean,

I wanted you small […]

My grandfather eats the fish
then spits out one long bone. […]

I was good;
I followed the mock-death estrangements.

I played house with faith […]