I prefer the night,
when details are submerged in pools of black.
The neighbors cannot see us.
The porches all aglow,
but the spaces in between-
charcoal, slate.
We lay, my lover and I,
like grubs emerging from soil,
catching first glimpse of the solar system.

we made paper in the dune cabin

tadpoles / the soundproof knot

always repulsed the die

A league of ships dotted shore / halted

a shoddy canon clustered shot

All living / broke the hell wagon

bobbing synchronically, leveled/

plastic curtain / tacked to the cork board

honed in / precise lighthouses

imferma from the damp

realized the dawn

derma layer / permeated the frost

clocks are collimated to Denver

song repeats / echoing redwoods

skiff and marble shore

50

in a book/meet me

in the carport/ blue text

grade pink papers/ guzzle vino

perpendicular/ legs knotted

cardigan/ come again

my idols/ my youth

the peels/ gathered

the smell/ seeping

You have made
a monster
of me/

I intended all along
to be
content/

But your content
keeps me
questioning/

No court is in session,
yet I am
on trial/

Plato and the lyrics
in their
defense/

My will, my normalness,
you have
challanged/

Gathered are my demons,
running
up the hill/

When you have had me,
I opt
to chase them/