Vulnerable

Holding in my hands,

A heart full of tender love,

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the empty (i)

there is a hole in my stomach

that i dug myself

with scooping hands

shaped with inattention

so i do this unknowingly

like snoring in sleep

i become aware of this

hollow alcove

when i jump into the

immediacy that is reality

when my actions (or inaction)

catch up with me

Strange Love

hold this love dear, strange in meaning
lest it slip off the sides of your heart
love, a soft milk, did you ever see
keep these thousand drops
lest they spill

I Will

Launch me into darkness

and I will sculpt the universe.

Bury me beneath the birch’s roots

and I will fertilize a nation.

Tuck me between the covers

and I will give birth to love.

What We Want Most

Revel in the scars

still bleeding out for attention:

Begging for mercy to no one,

our voices echo as empty seashells

lapping at our tormenters’ feet.