laughing
at screams, bubbly smiles, a good night—addicted to spaces, long hours, at deeper
habits.
pictured
in adolescence, skin chasing ambition, pleasures in discomfort, made colorful
gnats.
eating
beauty poison, positioned to lose sanity, braving winds, accustomed to freezing.
such
power in frames, so feral, unexplained, too engaged to win; aphoristic worries,
pantomime anguish, mannequin goodbyes.
brain
fury, thought flights, forgot something simple: people adore adoring as made
into happiness.
so
utilitarian, nay, so existential, upon the last price to exist.
prose
with purpose, like works with meaning, like souls kneading to fly; rhythms in
signs, skirts ankle long or knee high.
the
pug sits, chews cotton, ruins the sofa. the pug in a giant, a song, too
endearing to cause anger. the pug became a comforter.
making
thunder in words, the maze of the author, as caged, soon uncaged, so close to
something irresistible.
trees
twist into elfin lands, arms swirling into kingdoms, birds alight, float
higher, pour jewelry into spirits.
meeting
more a challenge. I come unpolished. I appear in verse. sparks in absence, a
sentence with cache, a heart with value.
many
might need what comes to life, unprepared to come to life—palming gossamer,
applauding a spider, falling faster.
