i poured water over ice, and began to watch the confines of solid succumb to fluidity. we sat over a map covered table top, a world between us. as we wrapped our thoughts inside our breaths, i began to count time in condensation drops. in the yellows of not quite morning, the leaking glass had met equilibrium, taking the topographical lines to ( Read more... )

he lost an eyelash,
I touched it up,
took it as my own,
Close is when your eyes are mixed.

a spine of overripe tangerines.
strung together like bones,
leeks, as the insides turn,
to jelly.
marmalade stains, on curtains.
and i'm reminded that
pictures hang on beaten nails,
they look so pretty, and
liquid seems to be heavy.

we are a good mix because our necks,
are twisted together,
with one face forward and one face back.
where we are the instant.

summer skin,
tangles in.
taking time, turning grains,
to castles,
while melting glaciers,
to crash them.

yellow looked so bright,
your thighs,
side by side.
i couldn't keep my eyes,
that sun. that smile.
that line. and where it takes me.

instants. take.
snapshots, shake.
in chain(s)
reaction.

one small crack ( Read more... )

the eyes in the mirror are scratched out.
build the house of mirrors to smash it up......

the phone rings, boy holds it and mother cries. why do you worry me, boy? he shrugs, but she can't hear him ( Read more... )

circles mark the foreheads ( Read more... )

push. throats out of sorts.
twist among lips.
i never made that slip,
on the upward lift.
you, with your finger, (inserted in the soft of my chest.)
pull. and i fall.
in laps. col. perhaps.
turn me, i'm raw.