things i am proud of
my milk crate bookshelf
and free boxed jean jacket, my
college diploma.
it's just a dust storm, it will pass
oh sweet date, you are
the sand in my eyes, mirage
of an oasis.
rough draft #1
when there's more ink on
your hands than on the page, it's
time to take a break.
again, I've over packed.
my bag sat for h'rs
before suddenly spilling
my day on the floor.
for travels near and far
sleep chart is set with
cartesian coordinates.
now nap the data.
self portrait #2
I keep thinking that
that photo is a mirr'r and
I haven't changed much.
if it's you, I don't mind
sitting in a tree
I'm hanging onto your limbs,
all my words gone numb.
come in
lockless key windchime
rings a refrain down, unchained,
in the open grass.
attached/free
I wanna be her:
soft lobe pressed against your chest,
listening, transfixed.
10
meditation is
my shy sky medication
cloud brain brings the rain
with one stone
'stay up, early bird!'
'it's way too late, night owl!' great,
now who do I coo?
my dear jeppa, you are pregnant!
blue dress electric
incubator, charged wild growth
contained but for now.
untitled #6
there's a slight chill, you
close the window with force
undue, i shiver.
on that old mountain trail
gravel, your voice spews
kicking up your point like rocks
thrown through timber teeth.
(if this title was an image it would be of an ouroboros. but instead of a snake, it'd be a tube sock)
walking to buy thread
to fix the hole in my sock
I got from walking
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