on distance

my heart crumbles;
half baked sweetness
coated with roughage
a poor mans pie

post script

For V

the mirror exists only to show us
what we look like

we are not our reflections.
I struggled with yours for so long;

turned it over in my palm
till my nervous twitch

smoothed
that which was sharpened

shined
that which was dulled

this is the only way I know
with stones

99 beautiful moments: a study

sixty six

i bait my breath
a small hook
dangling in the open air

my thoughts run wild
bolting past my heart
caught in my throat

99 beauitful moments: a study

Sixty five

The gentle hum
of productivity
drowns out the screaming
deadlines

99 beautiful moments: a study

sixty four

the rain caresses
the range in tendrils

clouds draped across the horizon

i slide down them
into the earth