peeled from
wall like painted tape
masks our
ages,
raised a page
towards youth’s flame
and licked up ash despite
its taste..
streams like ink between
my temples
into sky.
poem
prescription
scribbled on my hand..
bland sunday
head buried in someone’s story,
asked for
the housekeys back,
drove to hear music move
like my body’s
steam,
night whistles through
the cracks we
dream.
blue breath in playground
older dogs off leash,
ice rinks in backyards
kid neighbor’s father screams,
night stars frosted to my glasses
woodsmoke whispers
winter’s name
like crystal.
teased and tickled in
snowfall blinds..
drawn to chin
to guard embers within
from
shadow storm
gorged on trees whole
snow angels play shy
in plain sight.
branch like a maze
of veins-
umbrella’s me
on storm-lit street,
never lived
for fear of who I’d meet,
a cracked glass candle
dripping dust,
your sleight of hand’s
got me drunk
on letter better left
muzzled in
drawer-
your bite marks
no more.
hands in the garden 