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.
Tag Archives: series
untitled series 3 (Spring 2022), numbers 13, 14
13.
her name was always Little Sis and somehow, no matter what she did, she could not escape the salmon hounding her every move like some forgotten story by Dashell Hammett
14.
these curses come back again like bad movie remakes and over-mayonnaised pasta salad left out in a late June heat
oh little one the future is too full of midnight
and you are so much sun
untitled series 3 (Spring 2022), part 10
my epic ignorances, fantastic as they are
date from my life as overpainted wainscoting