careful in my brown shoes
ice walk sun rise
thinking of beautiful arms
and legs
and feet
nails painted
in heels
belonging to women
in iceland
wondering if they
notice

i am not my mothers favorite daughter.
i am not my mothers favorite child.
i am not my mothers first thought in the morning.
i am not my mothers last thought in the night.

i am not my fathers daughter.
i am not my fathers child.
i am not my fathers first thought in the morning.
i am not my fathers last thought in the night.

my daughter is my favorite daughter.
my daughter is my favorite child.
my daughter is the first thought in the morning.
my daughter is the last thought in the night.

.

reps. sper.
pers. erps.

i eat rilke
with salt
swallowing his heart whole
without savoring
his pulse
or purpose

the passengers looked at each other
with worry
with curiosity
with
anticipation

they took to holding hands
and praying

they showered their coats with tears
they comforted one another by speaking in short sentences

the bus pulsed ahead
without forgiveness

denver called
wants its heart back
in one piece
please

sweat slip down thigh
toward a tapestry covered earth
glowstick boundary
thousands disappear
there
is
just
two.

last night
first love
awake
wide
shivering
sparkling
swaying
swirling

bass licks moon light
~vision true~
hands twined tongues twirled
~rather be with you~

room. so small. square. hard to breathe. valentines. water in tiny cups. gasping. circumstance weary. blue light. glare. no reassuring. nothingness. cradling stillness.

there is a rende in your vous
a smile within your smirk
a shrug surrounding your careless truth



i'm living in a bird house
that you built

a nest of nail
and sliver

branches of arm and hearts
around my spine
squeezing
tightening

breath short
rapid flight
dalliance of dreamers

a thin vein run through green silk kiss stem
wind blow
blue sky
starry supplication

supplanter
sub
plant
her
supple
planter

bending over stained wrist
dirt ink
maiden sow
reap the boys
spare the hearts
toss the rest to compost

filming a dream

dreaming of filming.

evade my question
and turn the palm
upright
asking for my palm
downward
touch
shock
guilty holy guru
beggar
beg her
this begging has left bruises

martyrs in their aprons
holding their babies heads
arthritic hands
pulling through
hair
knotted with tear
and oil
hushing
rocking

graveyards
and
dementia
invading

no one is home.

cordial
and
hair cuts
wood floors
and
grinning
window plants
and
snow walks

something in the way
she kept her will about her
like a tendril of hair
falling in front of her face
unnoticed in her focus

i feel i own too much.
stuff around me.
drowning me.
i want to get rid of it all.
empty it.
as it
empties me.
distracts me from myself.

inspired by....

bird wallpaper in bathrooms of old farmhouses
dusty chandeliers
candles
two televisions
zombies
brains
z's with $ signs
hair dids
and
my resolutions