indecisive cursor

poised over
You,
I
haunted the anchor of the
ship, I -

You are wind and water too;
she was driven by You, this ghost-
ship, I

can't won't, but,
don't, I tell
myself: the barrier
reef

but the sea is free
like an arc could never be

to be always incomplete

I go with my ship,
friend,
ship,
wrecked,
i,
w e.

I Have That Feeling

Tomorrow will be one of those days - I
can tell - when I'll wake up with
you churning in my stomach undigested
or burning in my temples,
the incurable migraine

beating beating beating

against my eyes, against my
better judgment, I thought you -
I thought YOU today so

tomorrow I'll wish I couldn't -

at all -

"Think
of all the ink."

dieawkside

I'm not the she we knew who had
aerostat-lungs and a heart
like a broken burner.

My tungsten house admits no wind

for fear of
sense, a hurricane; for fear
of pain, my metal home
sits on a frame of osmium bone. But sometimes

a breath of you will slip between these drapes of stone,

and inspire

the ancient arteries
that make me feel
and feel like me.