#2
9/6
we drank japanese whisky last night
we spanked the dawn then too
dreamt of wild brown bears outside
pillows afloat beds in tow now
we soaked in the hottest tub
now our skin crinkly in love
8/26
what did i find when i lost it
the it constituting its plural
night lighting diurnal
dark stone against skin
aggregate again
or pale shell on cloth
a bed to land upon
10/14
the feeling when i cannot find my eyes
& they hurt somewhere alone
& all that is remains is head-atmosphere
the hearing when i cannot find my tongue
& the silence that’s lodged in my throat
& the sound that lives in my hand
the journey into my gut
where it sleeps now
11/4/24
brain kilter history quakes
history is mystery, the hole deepens
the hole depends on the surface
surface of mountainside, you reach first
you reach brain summit
& something is off kilter, no summit
& something else lost in the landslide
& something not yet found, you touch it
touch the hole in the landslide
you wish for a landslide, a shaking below
touch the hole in the wish
the hole is there for all to see
11/11
know say what
said know say
if not when
then then then
how long now
little instant thing
in an inn
checked out space