outrun
the drop comes
shouting memory
splint me
broken
outrun
the drop comes
shouting memory
splint me
broken
hole.
missing a part of me
I remember
once.
chorus frogs sing all night
she said
better put him back where i found him
the next morning
sounded
old white truck
dalmatian sprinkled
baked on asphalt
mileage broke
oil thirsty, always
and the stars from its bed
sex appeal, automatic
let out
for the night
wandering
hands, thighs, and breath.
graveyard tending
not all ghosts sleep
some call to be heard
from across the threshold
we meet once more
dear one,
no one compares to your light.
charge stuck in my skin
slick like a whip
Forgetting my name
cool morning
heated kisses
beneath a sky torn
open by flames
Home, forward in my chest
where she sat on stone
ankles crossed
whispered smile
grandmother
knowing something
without saying it

Green water
lapping at my legs
I bend
fingertips dip into
river
heart never leaves here
body memorized it
when she was six
couldn’t swim
His attention bat me
into the clouds.
No mind on heights.
My wings locked.
I fell from the sky
into the sea,
breaking through glass.
Memories,
webbed netting,
dragging me down.
Flightless lungs.
Scooping out water
with feathers.
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