the falling of salt
into tides, and ink dark,
we are sun inside,
a black canvas,
printed with white diving doves:
the pressure of evening,
this window glow,
why am i always outside
looking in, orchids
inside of glass houses,
i’m nothing without
the defining gaze,
sends me into a whirlwind
of hats and umbrellas,
birds who protect their young.
put the needle on the record,
loop churchbells,
loop daytime, loop
you and […]

wake me every morning, just like this
river water blooms across my doorstep
and those, little fingerprints of rain,
come across my window,
like this.
just rest your hands
here, like this.
those woodlands, grasslands, mountain lands,
orchards, canyons, your body, flowered fruit
of memory, what hasn’t happened yet
i remember, like a dog chasing
after it’s tail.
this morning runs like water from me,
these […]