If I love you and you love me,
we both I Love You, even as
we flip each other’s pronouns ’round,
fights with you in her dreams/keeps on waiting for a sign/regrets you all the time (A Response Poem)
The first time I screamed,
I stopped when I felt guilty.
The sixteenth time, I stopped
when I felt like I’d gone mad.
The hundredth time, I screamed ’til I felt
I’d shown myself to be too insane to come back from it
100
old words, new ways
different chapter, same change
always some cents short
hazel
mosaic inside irises
glowing between eyelashes
green, gold, yellow, and brown
like fresh leaves on autumn ground
each glance I give
my heart’s footprints
Legends
A.
What makes a monster?
Whether having hooves or claws?
Or the mere look in their eyes?
The story’s been told. Heroes know
what becomes of monsters.
Must Be Fear
Your irises always sing an aqua harmony,
but I cannot make out their shades when you
sit me down to hear your tale.
If the tension in the air is any clue, there must be fear dancing
in the wrinkles around your eyes,
but I am trying to count colors. I focus to discern.
Gaslight
You single-handedly lay and stack each strand
of the haystack.
I burn these allergens down one by one.
You wave the needle in my face
like an escape hatch,
burn through your accusations one by one-
The Nameless One
Loves- older, newer-
convene,
form a cohort,
whisper conjectures to name her love.
Love is ever Strong,
eight months hardly Quick,
and the greatest myth
is that love cannot come again.
Loves come closer, with
Ardent, Intense.
Yet, still they puzzle
on their multitude.
Gollum
When the town said to mercy kill
and the sage said to pity-spare
but you had a moment of compassion,Read More »
Pedestal
Your world she’s never entered
over which she was the queen
shakes beneath her every footstep,
though its sky she’s never seen.Read More »
Alphabet Ravine 