your old shadow is an obstinate wardenwho trails after you
what they don’t tell you is thisyour life begins to take its shapemuch sooner…
The sky wakes up before I do. Then commences the coaxing.The commanding.
once, in a cloistered chambera woman told you a story-life is ephemeral. we returnas…
first you were a delicate substancehelpless from most angles, wieldedby the force of life surging through
this morningwe threw open the blinds
there are so many thingsI don’t know
down the street, after the gravel rises and then fallsthe bicycle creaks and the neighbor’s dog barkswe…
close an eye-nowyou’re winking at yourplum delight-howyou wish you werea gliding boat in…