When anxiety becomes circumference, you are a hangnail in need of soaking. Waking is hard; too much waiting, wasting wings wavingiridescent clouds reflecting opalescent in midnight pools— to stir or not to stirthe measure of a half-moon,a profile of speech, light + sense marauding to the tune of chance: dot dot dotbut instead of being …
Ferns & angels bathed in skin-color breathmunch a bunch of mothballs, disintegrating into a pile of steam & orphaned moons. Signals lostin someone’s future tense. Antlered with machismo & cinematic eyes,a purse-shaped animal descends, yellow feet like highlighters grazing the misty waste.
Tissue crosses a haze marked X for bird brain chirping excitedly or clashing silverThe streets of mayhem fall lightly on its crown: ding, ding fluttering One could call this a heart stretched & pulled on a lark’s table |unetherized near an umber twig stretched bare of greenThere are limits to how much we can inhale …