Escape

Encompass

I will move when you move,
locked in and jointed

Let Me Out

A doorway is a frame
on which to hang
a nightmare —

Pray

Sometimes prayer
is just a wish
or a cooee call

Goddamn Girl

Thursday night
with red-eyed vision;
a déjà vu life in repetition.

Tub

Swaying in a bath,
in a boat hull shaped for two.

If I Would Have Love

If I would have love
then I would have this —

When The Night Birds Glide

Play me a song that hums — 
a vibration that cuts
with the ridges of scars

Huntress

I can hunt, take my darkness
into the land, almost absently;

A Place Well-Traveled

Lying in a motel room,
spinning, like the fan.

This Train Of Thought

I take the first train from the way station,  shrouded by grey fog and dream.