1994
I used to pass out
poems
at lunch hour
a duct-taped knight
kneeling in the grass
crying
the most beautiful
things happened
in my high school
blessed at an audacious
edge
where the parking lot
ends
and the woods
begin
hell we bled
and called it
our senior song
wrote notes
on each other
‘s bodies
unarchived
we died and
died and died
ghost
of my ghost
touch me
How to Drown
you must love
me like I love
the sea
a deep
documentary
breathe
breathe
the waves
what mercy
cinematography
without light
life without you
you know who you are
is death
and the sea
is green
The Invention of Night
it is dark
trying to find
decency
empathy
the stubborn vein
of rage
something to surrender to
in the mirror
function of devices
amidst shopping sprees
touch
screens
the new fear
is spread
in infinite pixels
no wonder
people worshiped
the sun
to know
a thing
is just true
blissfully subsumed
by a singular source
a color
a feeling
the grasses
whispering here
to the dew
what happened
to you?
meaning me-you
look at all this dark
we gathered
lost godless
doomed
without
even the bright
light of a star
gracing our face
click here to open the everlasting shadow of what isn’t