i drown my hands in
childhood streams-
to feel water cleanse
the guilt and
regret,
then splash it on
my face,
to remind me
i’m not
dead.
shadow play
tilt the compass,
run towards
us..
arms
motioning-
inviting those lost
into their
clasp
to defend
all..
from decays
of past.
love rolled over me
with smoky
breath
upon shaken
sea,
now what’s left
to believe..
of fable so
foggy
its details can’t be
retrieved?
missed my own
phone call–
watching fog lights
on dry wall,
while nursing a
wet cough,
a shout in the
stairwell
midst a spirited
farewell–
i just want to
shut off.
locked doors and
keychains,
stone wings and
left brains,
no umbrella in
mind’s rain,
a sewer grate..
overflowing,
as heart
tells..
without knowing.
farewells are
awkward
but so is such
a silence,
let’s just fill space
with truth
and fade down
our own
paths.
a change i hate to
consider
demands its
all i do,
and i’m not
strong enough today
to turn away,
are you?
stepped outside
the lines
to find nothing looked
like i’d assumed,
then scanned the backdrop
to see i was still
trapped,
only in different
room.
dashboard secrets
too flush to
chest
and fresh air won’t
find me
where the dust
rests,
finger smudges on glove
compartments
scrubbed away with
regret.
crowded
and consumed,
the only light out
in this strobe
room,
dizzied by every
dancer’s
frenzy–
in envy of the way
way they hold
a smile
while twirling
into dark.
hands in the garden 
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