8/17
48 feet in the mud flood
a compass between my teeth
the air around the dancers
the sneezing season
64 shades of green scenes
thoughts spiraling in the tree
a raccoon in the dentist office
a dozen roses in the driver's seat
7/13
brought out my walking feet
slept in a dense nest
noted the wind
dotted my eyes
feathered my arms & hands
cried without tears
slept in blue light
cupped soil in my palms
4/27
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it forced gold down my throat the sun
& my veins glowed a deep red through my skin
i placed a tiny seed on my pale blue tongue
& its chestnut brown sheen felt soft there
casting pink light on my teeth
one silver crown unmoving
a rotten black molar
close up of lavender lips on the screen
4/13
given a blue jar with notes
took one note the broke jar
spoke for no one that day
but i listened to every body
& they glistened in the light
& vibrated like a sun storm
& collected my thoughts into notes
& scattered notes onto broken jars
1/12
what’s the natural order of things
the perpetual sequential
where’s my mind what do we do now
start beginning with the last thing
found it under the snow blanket
warm beneath the cold coverlet
thinking about the sun’s return
without the dearly departed
1/5/26
my eyes grew larger overnight
or my lungs’ increased capacity widened the vision field
I could envision a landscape of ferns & twigs & finches
took three deep breaths
& melted the walls with three sighs
took three steps towards the horizon line