***

(snippet from '***')

... it's a little like that.

We're stranded
& you find the ocean
haunting.

XYZ

and in those times
where heat tempered
my tongue
you ached for the way I
placed them.

Pushed and punished
with empty tractions
skid off the rails
a silent place
a beat

I stroked fingers on eye lids
and had you believe
in breath.

untitled

said bear

bunny