springtime

"springtime"

i still carry the burnt out cigarettes
from last summer.

relighting them only to taste poison on

my lips. i sat at the edge of spring,
waiting for

roses to bloom and lillies to

cheer. grey, old smoke gave way to
new smiles.

someone touch me

"someone touch me"

the sugared mouths of men remain

agape.

hungry. tired. and dry. she harkens

the birds, the branches of

trees, and speaks of more desperate times.

she tells them,

"love is a midsummer wonder."

justice. ignorance. she dissolved in

a swarm of

light.

something civil

"something civil"

I exist as a witness a
stuttered protrusion within
deadmolasses mountainfog a
marble
in your worried mouth but
you remain a

queen
covered in wrought iron threads
desireless and
adored.

flowers tremble weeks before the storm hits always
slow to speak fusing
time and worth
into an ivy
archway.

clairvoyant

"clairvoyant"

i am laying roots

in precious places.

with the midwestern wind

twisting around my

fingertips.

only at midnight story circles do you

hear

the whole truth.

same skin and scars

"same skin and scars"

a cool, salted harbor breeze greets

exposed skin. at the docks the gulls

laugh at her skinned knees and sun-bleached

hair. she wore brown badges

of summer on her cheeks and

nose. the nights were spent

recoiling from the same secret shadows

that hid in closets at home.

n/a & honey

For three months I wrote about the same character continuously in my poems. She is still the only character.

"honey"

old habits slept in

cold black soil with

a wasted autumn and winter.

the cardinals made

beds of lilac

as the sunlight dripped

onto maple trees.

their fluttering wings calling out to

a love that remains

aware and unchallenged.

n/a

Somewhere, someone is dying.

Most people couldn't care less.

n/a

oh, i just need you

my river.

oh, i just need you

my love.