I am no one if not not-me, and this I keep forgetting; if I settle for this being, then I’ve forgotten myself; not, mind you, a self which I can identify (that will never please me), but myself as only “I see”; not seeing nor thinking itself, which is in danger of this forgetting pattern; … Continue reading I wil remember
I lie on my equinox, split night and day, stare the stars away, retreat from my sun’s warmth, shrivel from his kisses; fear we’ll kill the owl, we’ve clipped my peregrine wings, that I’m naught but a carrion crow. I fly the interstate highway, eyes torn in dimming light, whisper to myself, “take flight.” But … Continue reading Equinox fall
Sister dirty cheap upon a wood floor; ants heap coffee grounds to dig a hole down the center: a fiddle-player without a bow, a pianist out of keys. Climb, “Oh my little sister!” And sing a song of reason, beauty, blue. Weak music drips upon a wood table; fingers clucking electric letters to drill a … Continue reading Sister Insect
Not skin, skin so thin, where begins silky skin, within. See fat, seal fate, see in seal skin. Steal wealthy; without weight, can in stealth. Fore to see, in the sea, see more. But with more than that; raw, cold, on the surface, less.