it beats, an urgent stranger at the door, / knocking
this is for you, / little wee thing of ears, wee body of mouth / this burden is for you the better to hear the better to shout / this is for you
The mathematical lie is x / / My problem can’t be solved / for treasure or emptiness / much less a number / that wobbles on a cliff
I meant to weave a nest today, / to replicate the spider's web / with floss or something runnable / through teeth.
We broke up with acrimony / but the problem wasn't us. / Self-appointed middlemen / complicated our relationship
The sea squirt is born with a primitive brain and one eye. It cruises the ocean, and when it finds a surface to fasten to, the squirt eats its own eye and brain. Without movement, it no longer needs them.
Backlit by city and refinery’s glow / these cypress bones shimmer
When my father speaks to God he says, / the loneliness, the loneliness.
he hears a call and looks up to see / great golden wings of an eagle / oaring through the sky