Similarity

A quiet room knows how many steps you’ve taken in a dream, considering you’ve been turning to the semblance of an unknown person. The sound of a river silking is hair singed, laminating darkened landscape. I still remember the darkened room and it’s radiance of light penetrating skin. All my possessions used to fit in a box. Dated. Organized A…

The Struggle Within

<em>The Struggle Within</em>

To Erase a Whisper

you can still love someone when you’re drowning in salt water it’s the lilac in tides           the way she traces her fingers over your bare shoulders      it’s the velocity of color changing while you sink, first cumulus, then pretending to be the red cliffs past your house          or maybe it’s the contour of her posture before night’s sleep that keeps…


Of Hand Blooming

Blood slowly traces braided folds of his palm, unwilling to stay dormant. Nomadic. Barren erosions on his skin remind him of thirsty reservation washes, endlessly needing a flood. Gradually his blood looks symmetrical and proportionate, too perfect, like his blood knows where to go, tickling the interior of his palm. His blood splinters, breaching foreign paths, till it takes the…