writer – Page 8 – Thistle Thoughts

Abandonment Echoes

weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher

I am a burden with a mouth.

Underground, like the
basements up north, cold
catacombs…

the love medicine is too strong

Last night I spoonfed a dying man oatmeal. I sponge bathed him even though he was already clean.

The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low

Safety in a midnight swim.

It’s been twenty four minutes since the last time I’d ever see you again.

I’ll never be a famous poet

forbidden closeness / pure proximity /
one hand on my shoulder / nothing
but gymnasium breeze on my
lace draped waist