Salt Water Wounds
You fill me with tears. Small cuts filthy and stinging. Ocean death to heal.
If you’re touched, give up. Straight from the skeletons mouth Buried in the sand.
Seed of Rage
Time to bury rage. Roast it with fire first off. Let the ground rest please.
Much to organize Wash, fold, pack, weep, say goodbye This is no one’s home
Splintering hard skin Ripped across the nail—severed Pieces of me now dust
Once the toes are wet, the brain freezes up as well. Only plan: survive.
Trees Walking as Men
Ghosts are in your head. Good angels, not humans felled. Monitor the feed.
Sweet, ripe fruit of love All things spoil at some point Gentle love hurts most