When I cry,
My life murmurs in red.
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In the recital there are some mistakes.
We all make mud of our music sometimes.
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His hair is silvered like song,
And he seizes me in my depths.
Month: August 2018
Careless Skin, Uncivil Eyes
My hair is easy to please –
Satiated with soft careless skin
And uncivil eyes.
The ships on the river
Corrected correction.
Love goes with you.
Your hands glaze me with pride,
a good disease.
Your teeth write me in anger -
Your kiss a knife in another dialect.
In the river,
The dead wash themselves among the stones.
Your pretty lips alight on my breasts
Your hand is on my belly,
taking my soul away.
Between the rippling river reeds,
A timeless photograph
of vice and virtue.
College
I am on the left. This was taken in college.
Mommy Daughter Still Life
Erasure Poetry
Comorbid
Time
In a journal in well written white,
the presupposition of posies,
the assumption of risk.
Beyond books,
cinders drift lonely through cities
too hot to feel their burn.
All that dust
that pushes pavement forward
to an unforeseeable finale is from
dust to dust
in a fourth world, my mother
cooks salmon on a simulated Saturday.
On a Sunday superimposed on the
wall of my one thousandth year,
my daughter wears sapphires,
asks me for a pond.
Age burrows in me like a tick.
I will write it away.
Mascara Woods
The inept snow crowds
around the fire,
plotting and dying.
Some terrains cannot be traversed.
In the mascara woods,
children clump together
in the latest
cloud of today’s breath.
Bleary eyed,
the fox fixates on his quarry,
the weakest of the drey.
Remove
Cut the phantom from my back.
I am unannounced and unfrequented.
A wavelength no one sees,
a dizzy, dazzling particle
known to science only as
“effusive missing.”
Schrödinger’s dancer dancing in
the dark.
Remove from me the red, digitized light
of sovereignty and certainty.
Beginning to Veil
This is a photo of me from when I was pretty new to headcovering.
Miniature Moon 