It felt like a long ago dream,
that moment in the sun when everything changed.
She remembered the crow cawing loudly overhead, a warning.
She remembered the smell of smoke and the neighbor’s cries,
the damp earth beneath her back,
soaking up the sweat that ran from her body.
Forever stretched all the way up,
touching the cloud of regrettable sky.
She closed her eyes and saw red.
She opened them and saw nothing.
Silence was everywhere in the air around her,
and she held still, so still, trying to listen.
Beside her, a green shoot pushed up through the earth,
a feather tickle to the back of a dark-spotted hand.
A smile flew fast from her mouth, a strong white swift,
and carried old laughter away on the breeze.
The fleeting shadow of yesterday crossed her face,
And tomorrow became eternity’s muse,
dancing softly and praying for rain.
the everlasting honeycomb of broken
shadow shard and hollow reflection
dripping sweet song pattern and
locked in a house of mirrors
where the laughter
from room to room
belongs to no one
and dawn reveals the skeleton
inside the jar of syrup
all the pieces are there
and you can spend three months
striving to fit them back together
or you can leave them
dancing in the light of day
as long as you remember
to watch your step each night
because fool’s gold
puddles in your footprints
leading the way
to the door
the self-importance of being earnest
some days, that’s all i want
or show me
what’s in your
beneath the stone
you’ve left unturned
how it feels
to be the seventh billion
falling gently from a sky
made grey with uniquity
until you melt
raging into rivers
groaning with overflow
losing voice and veracity
by a mouth