i vibrate

the way i do after

every time you’ve been here

i cling to it, snuggle in

even as you pad

to the bathroom

silhouetted against the light

the way i sillouhette

against life

i’m here, not gone,

i existed

see the things i made

see the things i love

see me last or first

i don’t care

you climb in

pull me close

somehow i know its both—

our oroborous

we fortify

soon the alarm

soon the ...

i ate mangoes that tasted like sunshine

and pine needles

and bubbles

and thought of you

as i do every day

when are we taking over the world?

settle in a small corner of it

drink spring out of wood cups

and open that dragonfly hospital we dreamed about

i miss you

i think there are 2

it is time to know now...

Sis I looked up

The Pleiades were missing

In their stead blank pages appeared

I thought Knossos

I thought Ian Francis

Venus in attendance

I thought it rude of us to remove

His beautiful bow, his sure arrow

I wondered what was he holding in its stead

what quantum foam

What geography

with what kinds of feathers does he fletch

I took my spoils and left

but it lingers a bit

the smoke from an o...

as a baby, i would have liked to have lain under a tree looking up at the dappled leaves brushing by under the pristine sky...

come here, slither, I’ll curl around your leg

i’ll teach you new names for old things

you whisper me yours

we keep only what’s relevant

i studied the sacred art of fire tending

i hide its secrets in the folds of my skirt,

feeding it bits of moss and elm bark

I think about nibbling on your ear, your neck

You were blue light

then winked into nothingness

you became the very thing that repells ...

Hi sis

my numbers for today include:

$56 grocery bill

a nearly full charge at 7:03

5-1 Real Madrid vs Salzburg

an upset!

3 snuggly stuffies

1 round calico ball

1 patiently waiting book of puzzles

i forgot how many hugs

But here’s one I’m sending into space

(((hugs)))❤️

heart always on my sleeve

a little something inside

a nameless glowing thing

all potential and grit

eyes the color of unkn...

Jadzia Dax,

I ran out of words that mean things

I don't know if it's sadness or love

or if these things are one in the same

I thought Tundra

I thought about the Eagle Huntress

I thought about digging for gold eggs

or maybe I mean burying?

either way I exist in a kind of

twisted limbo

immobilized by something

stranger even than myself

I watch movies and wonder

Will this matter in 20 years?...

The Tomcat Murr

drifting theough leaflets

Like they might actually mean something

But they never do

The only real light you can depend on is from

Your cat

The way she keeps forgiving you

for spilling her water

and not changing the litter fast enough

I had 2 lemons in the fridge when i left

They weren’t Meyer lemons

Their scent sealed in wax

Were they only for painting?

what does the world se...