my crooked neck

Sept 3

somewhere in

the dialect

i stopped listening 

somewhere in the disarray 

my crooked neck

kept me looking down

pressed against

any straight line

til all my strength and energy

was pushed and put

into standing tall 

big blue wind

heavy blue

bumblebee 

big blue wind, 

touching you,

surrounding you

swallowing the stillness

no room for silence

how do we grow?

how do i look at me

more than words and actions

how do i notice me, noticing me 

quiet consciousness

unconscious, thoughtless me

see the sycamores

see the sycamores 

bare and bare skinned

like last winter 

and like last winter

my throat hurts, 

the lump feels stuck

see the sycamores 

with arms and limbs 

you touched them in wonder

ancient bones or dinosaurs

wise and simple

you felt the smooth bark

exposed to the world 

and all it’s weather

it struck you with awe

are we like that

strong and planted

with skin shown 

ready for the seasons

to dress us and strip us

and soak us to the bone 

little bones pt 2

little bones, 

strong bones

not very old,

but dinosaur bones

healing bones

bones like tree branches,

like trunks 

like roots

bones of iron

bones like books

telling a story 

young bones

somehow green

bending, forming

bones of memory

holding thoughts 

dents and dislocation

strain and fracture

pain and past, you’re

walking in

a frame that carries

it was present 

in every moment

in every scrape 

and every kiss

your body knows

your body holds

part of foundation

that is you

that carries you through

it’s crazy how things change

it’s crazy how things change

what gives you breath, 

& what takes your breath away

loose end

i feel like a question 

an expectation

a loose end,

im waiting on the phone

no dial tone

maybe hang up 

and try again

no closure, or no compromise

agreement or understanding

we have talked

i have yelled 

i don’t think i like,

what i have said 

if we talked,

when we talk- 

i don’t even know

what i would say

do you know im a tiger

butterflies, goosebumps

lips make my heart skip

wide eyed, or furrowed brow

stare down 

do you know im a tiger

im strong, i don’t need you

see my teeth and claws

i don’t need you, but i want you

moon rise, green eyes

hips make honey drip

smile, snarl, howl, growl

face off, stare down

i am your tiger

i love you, i need you

my honeycomb, 

december moon

i love you & ill eat you

steady wavelength, nov. 18

steady wavelength 

startle the surface

of my neon belief 

bitter memories 

blurred by cosmic sway

hovered over 

the dreamless water

dark green jade

cut heavy into me

broke the breakwater

that shielded me 

nectar waiting to heal

to sit with me at dusk 

preserve the gold 

honey on my tongue

and sun still shines 

though late and low

settles near, resting hipbone

waiting on moonbeam

to rise, to show 

like a film

i will stutter

can’t capture the portrait 

i will stargaze

each one etched in my mind 

quick nightwings

just a shadow outline

you shimmer in the dark

you swing into my heart