we cannot, though, mistake sleeping
for dreaming: the fluttering of lidless eyes
against these aquatic nights, the air
thick like dredge water. but please note –
do not answer the door if it knocks
do not overlook the women’s lamentations and anger
make no assumptions. the way forward is murky
these waters may yet be the home of gatormen
and resentful catfish
Category Archives: untitled series 4
untitled series 4 (Summer 2022), number 2
This is the season of mayflies and we cling too
this idea these mouths make us, wingless,
somehow better – that somehow
our longer day makes us immortal
in comparison to an explosion of life so profound
most dread such transformations
Untitled series 4 (summer 2022), number 1
For animals without eyelids
the sun today will burn: this
is one more form of the dream,
refracted rays blink like dying stars
on all these cross-currents. Here
we dance, we fish growing feet,
would be christs growing gills.