crazy to want this, even for a while

I suppose I owe y'all a proper update. I even opened this window to do so, but I'm too busy enjoying the serenity of the afternoon. I can't think of the past right now.


Perhaps tonight.



Go open a window.

::: Dead Sins :::

my skin
is a graveyard
for mottled sins
try as I may
they will never wash off

most aren't even mine
still I'm forced to carry them
your failings
ripped into my flesh
scarring me

my catacomb lips
sealed darkly
no light to come between them
not a whisper
or a single breath of day

silence stronger than a requiem
permeates these hands
feeding the ghosts
who pray for your redemption
so I may be free

::: Walking the Shoreline :::

cold
seaspray
along my
legs and wets my

skirt
blowing
in the strong
summery wind

a
dying
summer sun
with shy pink clouds

and
clamshells
between my
now sandy toes

::: Grandmother's Grave :::

my grandmother was
buried
in an unmarked grave
it was carelessness alone

it made mother angry
but I thought it
fit testimony
for a woman

who caused us panic
many times
over the years
decades

it caused many arguments
and discussions
as we fought
to fix the mistake

my family was
as grandmother often caused
torn apart
by the resulting commotion

we all loved her
but it was
difficult
deciding how best to remember

::: Bitter Sea :::

this bitterness
like the flavour of the rind
mixed in salt
then absolved with too much rum
a single sip surrounds me

tears are far too valuable
I hold them all in
away from your unwelcome vision
it's an ocean and I'm a teacup
I'm drowning in the middle of the street

I can't stop thinking
and it's tearing me dry
like a painting
shading in red and orange
while trying to hold the sea

fireflies float above
dipping in their fragile tongues
drinking in new light
I must taste like golden honey
for such a glow

sand trickles down my cheeks
dissolving the final traces of my lies
you never knew
I swallow it all like two breaths
with wet and heavy lungs