it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion
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Origin
Yes, life eats at me
Raw, difficult to digest
On the Floor of Your Apartment
Those perfect pearls imprint
an enlightened message
on my fruit-thin flesh
Celeste
born a heavenly body
not of her own
Shipwrecked
we become
our shipwrecked selves
Pauline
no wild stallion could compare
to that grey-eyed girl…
Poem: automatica
Sun/Fire/Star/Porch-
light is too bright.Viscous eyes.
Remnants
The wall is where we’ll hang
it. The empty space in the
living room where only the
dead spend time
Abandonment Echoes
weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher
Struck
A speck in your space.