the road
night naked
words curl
listen to the evoke
liar several mistake
ensnare aural unsatisfied
re-given fastidious undulate
enough argument tired
limbs of cool wind
limbs of dusk
too little too much
the rivers asleep
the road
insomnia
scattered is
the light
shredded in fragrant sorrow
confettied memories
spilling at the lip of remembrance
water over an eyelash
“incarcerate,” the watchdog said, salivating
embroidered enigmas in the night
there must be an exit
a way to spring the trap
“it was always that way,
the traffic, the exhaust,
it was never a release.”
the life we forge in chains
freedom falling
silent pieces
Borderline
curved swallow wing
lineated space
abrupt discontinuance
unfinished crossing
We are not done
We are not done
lines of vague beauty
the woman in the sundress and war bonnet
takes aim
writing lines of vague beauty
on the backs of envelopes
sea urchins cry in the night
for their homes in the deep
what grave panoply is this
when what was forgiven is taken away
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