I spent my first life in
watching you glisten
in every breath
writing on small fabric
hours gathered ‘round
following like shadow
bending for you
I go over and over
until I blister
swelling up so
you can’t match my gaze
quiet acts of devotion
unworthy of haloes
so close to divine
and I
I live within the guttural
churning over things
in which we are now
garden of flesh
a love that comes from the gut
trees begging
never had the nerve to burn
stave off starvation
alive again
just for the key
take me home
are you worth this second
chance?
on the threshold
invisible world
I’m brave, but I don’t want
to be
sing the black hole song
if you believe the snow
I sigh and I swoon salt the
bones of clouds
go pale
echo through landfills
sense from something
senseless tip toes
across uneven
dream them down the line
no longer a surprise
feels colder here
secret waters expected dissonance
flux reflux little vows
blurry vision stigmatism stars
it's coming down
magic as a plea
shrouded by motion
the onlooker
the outsider
on which side of the circle
do you sit?