4/30/16

this morning, reeling from

the scattershot sleep

of mothers, I let 

my feet guide, eat gravel

for lean miles like hungry dogs

4/29/16

the bald cut
through the mountain
has laced its fingers -

a mossy silk ceiling
to catch our prayers

4/28/16

my years crumpled

patchwork, mouse teeth

in the next room

the cat cracks

her greymoth bones

4/27/16

it had been a rabbit -

i saw its tail 

on the asphalt 

severed but complete 

as a little coin

4/26/16

my limbs
stripped
down to wire

copper sinew
tungsten halo

4/25/16

lay down your
teary hiccup
in the curve of my neck

this room is yours
as long as i live

4/24/16

I wrap
you in a blanket
        laughing


a cocoon
a shroud