seal eyes two
lips

leave their
streak

‘cross roadmap
cheeks,

on dotted lines
arrive in
time

i litter space with
restless
speak,

are
we fine?

whisper waking
mysteries,

seed garden
curiosity

or dare not stir
the beast..

may sink his
teeth?

don’t waver on
position

to suit my need
to mend

broken time
again

in
misery,

if you dared
face me

you might
find

i’m barely
here

in heart or
mind.

binging
on nostalgia,

headlights flicker through
spun sugar
fog

of events recalled
wrong,

coated in
cotton,

caramelized to
the teeth,

face down in
powder–

sweet breath
masking
grief.

boarded up
in winter mind,

i strike a match
then blow
it out,

inhaling what
remains of
flame

then warm my
hands

on better
days.