Take my life and let it be a strand of pearls around the neck of the strongest shark in this reef of rainbows and diamonds. My spirit leaks a little. He asks if I’m crying. I am not. My name, however, is weeping with shame. Take my life and let it be yours. When he throws my love letters in the air, they explode in pink and blue like fireworks. By the reef’s edge, predators hunting hauntingly.
Day: April 5, 2026
Alkaline Angels
Alkaline angels freshen the twilight with blue, twitching light. There is an impatience in me blooming like a black dahlia and laced with oleander. The light here is alive and learns everyone’s name but mine. My shadow runs ahead of me. I limp and stumble trying to keep pace with that dirge-singing child of obfuscation. Everything here is primed to bloom, but in my spine, the root of an oval organism miming its way into my esoteric being.
The Small Packet of Miraculous Insight
Could you hand me the small packet of miraculous insight laying down by the invertebrate river, meandering as it does through the mind, curving and cutting the manly wild of flower soaked land? My father buried an axe here. My mother, a key. In the cool dawn of my effervescent identity, a strange blue wailing I only recognize later as my name. Hungry, the moon descends to feast on the horrified dark. The sun illuminates you and me now, honest as soap stripping away filth. Hand me the packet. I am going to see the color of angels.
Miniature Moon 