The air was a season they had bought…
What is the love that can follow this word?
I never learned to fix anything
It always comes / back to light.
any part of me you remove / will grow back
a game, something someone / played, once.
…more than a pool / of smudges and parts.
“In the background always a lake, / always the one you kept trying to row across.”
“the swell / of narcotics transmuted / into testament”
My mind / Is like the harp strings, with a breeze blowing always / And no rest in sight.