If I Took Away the Blindness

I don’t know why the body keeps             such a limited sensory gauge.   This fall my limbs collapsed and reopened,             reminiscent of an old smelling wood.   I don’t do much outside of the body,             I just…


the caverns in this house like wombs,
filled high with heat & artifacts

Morning Dove

All I know about you
surfaces briefly,
as if caught in some oblivion.


some days i don’t want anything confessed


My depths are so foreign,
even I can’t map them.


I swim like a fish in your light


It is not easy
to feign
being dead