wasps
The wasps have set up housekeeping in the space of my neglect where echoes muddle meaning so rage twists on itself mere white noise now against my cheek thrum […]
and ten
Now that you’re gone stand still arms outstretched in the middle of absence as I sort the possessions untangle the lines words from drift hang the suns leaden lures […]
littlest faith
after the scything the world vibrates ever with loss you lift to my shadow plead of me mistaken break my heart I offer not what you ask but otherwise […]