draft one
oh to photograph the spring,
and snap the cherry blossoms into
the parchment of my skirt.
but i’m not that girl.
apple tree lithographed, run it’s ink over me,
i’m not that girl anymore.
seagull swallowed who lives inside of me,
i’m not that girl anymore.
seashells to capture the sound of the sea,
i’m not that girl anymore.
purple iris become me, make […]

draft 1
Nocturne
Dust from Egyptian flowers.
Stars grip the wrists.
Bracelets of hope
spin like the skirts of marigolds.
Is your voice the gold
from flowers?
The pleasures I find
at night: the wind,
fortells of ice,
glass laid upon glass
is fragile, I know.
Pressed flower,
your voice is so hopeful.
Fragrance will go on being
fragrant.
And branches fold down
with heaviness.
This winter wind winds
around my fingertips,
little ringlets, little whispers
who […]