subtract from
the garish bones of
guilt opaque in
sand when sink into sand shaded
on shards when
voices piled in
the sky nobody at
fault that the seams come
loose they were a product
of insufficient time the
betrayal of sugary-logic as
felt between breaths as
taken by tender
gloved hands to
sing madrigals in black
dresses to climb
and rest
in limbo’s lap
speak god not in words
and not god.
walk the two of us across a baker’s field,
into the nation of ghosts.
they simmer to
our inner. their conversation
of moonlit
phrases.
leave behind. go where go
can’t matter. leave behind, despite
laughter. how us falling
into a trance and fall
wayward. here, the entirety
of cold tumble.
staggered.
while smiling at sad lakes and visions
from the past. a house of bright
windows. a library
humming with fluorescent light.
a day of kitchen weather. a
roadmap of wrinkles.
What you and always. What I, by
remembrance. In sight of
stillwater. Like wrapped in furs overtight,
the carry of past saga while lying
bareback on stones rolled glassy by
sleepless surf. As run with legless drift
through and through. Deposit leftover
energy. A gift of maybe no before
reach past the inner to what, reach
for the lake. As swimming
to a waiting breast. In shush
and suckle and leave behind
a skein of evaporating wakes.
From the beginning of existence,
the very end.
