and it was shoving me onwards
blindly I went
with my head covered
signs lined the road
the look of the letters
like bullet holes in tin
the untended fields are green
bees swarm the fallen fruit
drunk on rot
liquid vines of snakes curve along the hedgerows
this is not the tale I meant to tell
I cannot tell it otherwise
this is how they all begin
with the road and the fields
with rot and green
with drunken honey
(2022)
I am done with improving
No one else joined in
And I am doing all the work
We must all work together
Or surely we shall hang apart
Each to his own gibbet
They are having a bonfire at the farm next door
If you walk this way, through this field
It will look like the house is on fire
And we are gathering to watch it burn
(2022)
love everything with me
we hold hands
fingers interlaced
let us go together
and be loved
be loving
carry nothing
our hands empty with purpose
the knee bends just so
every step
framing the horizon
come, here is the spring
and here, the cup
its edge thin between your lips
the green leaves and the gold
and the shadows on the water
here, the cup
and there, the stone
stained by offerings
see, here
this crack
this was how the god escaped
now flowers grow
(2022)
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