inky
I been burning poetry picking scabs collecting the fallen petals of magnolias tulips stripping flowers off purple branched redbuds scraping skin dirt coffee splinters of bone salt grinding it in my teeth for hours each night careful not swallow spit it into a flat pan let sit in the sun on my apartment floor til [...]
nightly in early spring
death’s cousin plays hard to get clumsy moon staggers up behind is still when I turn his face tilted toward the pinpricks in the fabric eyes half lidded cornered on me I fail the last lines of small four a.m. haikus which is just as well fashioned me some lungs from supermarket fliers the breathing [...]
