winter 2023


i want the world to reveal itself
to me. on this barren day gray pebbles
on gray pavement are gifted dimension
by hard sun and the wind pleads to be
seen. a great flailing. i am on foot;
i am trying my best, werner. i regret
my soles. i would bury my feet in dirt
if it helped. this is the best i can do
as i break. want is sweet mango flesh
upon tongue slab transforming: an abyss
at first mistaken for void cleaves
itself into path. burrow deeper this
winter, please. by the sidewalk, naked
trees wave branches at me. a unison
shiver wants return in kind.

thanks for being a part of this.

much love,