with love

go here now - it's all there!

The black's behind the door
it opens and we are left needy
with sores on our arms
and a dark grimace on our lips

Older now, though not more wise for drink
and not more respectable for love of order;
I come bent like a piece of indolent driftwood,
a bit of prone and passionate flotsam,
half bent and half buried,
where the river meets the sea.

As the rain fell,
The box opened.
My love, once asleep, arose slowly.

Rainforest

Ghosts see the world as if through a shutter.
Moss hangs over their eyes in a drone of falling water.

Sitting at Vivace
One unsweetened ice tea
One cheese croissant
Bikes with goat-horn handlebars
Men in white hats and orange vests hanging from scaffolds
Marble tabletops veined like a smoker’s lung
Nose-rings and jean skirts
The din of conversation
The drone of the low bass
The hiss of the milk-steamers

two cats in a zoo

417 nesting pairs (+1), alone without a chaperone
“You shouldn’t read this. It’ll make you cry.”

Another cat tears meat from a bone;
Blood in her smile, she licks the tears away.

blood pours from
the keyhole in my forehead,
as she inserts the key.

the name of someone so close
comes off the lips like a foreign word

The steely smell of my fingertips
The sheets of gray sky
The snot lodged in my nose
The stacks of dirty laundry

Are not impressed by my good looks
and charming personality