Dancing Girl
She reaches for the sky
Eyes held by the light of stars
Toes propped, balance struck
Movement her life, spinning
coils for an audience of none
Looking Glass
Look beyond
the mirror beyond
the glass
& reflection
The frame
is everything
Cotton balls
floating around
harp strings
budding holly tree
knives ready
to prick
& pierce
collage of bullets
giant bruise
worn as scarf
& coat
Look closely
use your powers
frame yourself
as your proof
of existence
Moving On
Clouds crowd together
like a protest against
the sky. Your beauty
come undone from
sunshine & waves.
I wave not to acknowledge
but to move memories
to the back of my brain.
I stir at the thought of you
basking in my mind.
The only place out
of your control.
Sunrise
Blistering sadness under my fingernails.
Irritation grows in my brain like Kudzu.
Bow to my funk.
Some days that’s all the pink gods
with ribbons in their hair will allow,
not warmth & growth, only pinpricks
& jabs with a cotton ball. Welcome
to their raw honey.
Wait for the River to Flood
Witches stir the cauldron
like your feelings swirl
around your brain & heart,
whisking through tunnels,
highways, side roads. Never
stopping long enough to hear
the tick tock of stock
you take in the moment,
always a fantasy about future.
Present tense not enough to float
you to a dock, just the right amount
for getting wet.
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