shadow love knows when
to speak up,
i’ve learned her voice
too well,
and when my ears
start bleeding
heart-
i know i’m free
of hell.
shadow play
lamp light reflecting
off asphalt,
midst a rain
i’d rather forget
chases me inside the
home of your
embrace
to find you
somewhere else.
the shell has
a crack,
and i see
light from beyond
this side of
a wall–
i wish to crawl
through.
she wouldn’t remember
my voice on
the end
of the
line
but responded with
kindness,
as though she had
known and
loved
me
throughout her
harsh life,
impacting me for
the rest of
mine.
wishing i could hold
your history,
not that it’d seal each
wound left,
by ones who hadn’t
mopped up
regrets
still seeping from
your chest..
all over
mine.
october
sky–
holding me
captive,
as i dream
to fly
from sands of this
writhing
shore-
into arms of the
unknown.
if my shallow framing
of your truth
requires more
than a little readjusting,
bend
the borders
and step forth
to correct
me
where arrogance
gets the best
of me.
Footprints
were you to
believe,
could you trust
enough
to know you’re
loved
in ways no one
else has
been?
and though you’ve shouldered
life’s pain
the marks you’ve
left on the
map
are not
coffee stains.
past countless corners
turned,
through the filthiest
years i’ve
learned..
that wiping hands
on my jeans
never
leaves them clean.
“whatever you
do..”
she said,
“don’t get stuck in
their heads,
why crave such possessive
attention?”
“don’t need to inhabit
dead space..”
she said.
hands in the garden 
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