Octavos

When you put your ear up to the daffodil, you swear you can hear the wings of hummingbirds, the call

Though we march together, step after step,Time steals you from me. You glide out softlyFrom memory, like the wording and

Cloned in each test-tube a facsimile of me.I will observe them as they grow to manhood,their hyacinthine eyes, their raven-black

Disciples of the great carp godCaught in an ouroboros whirlpool:A freshwater prayer wheelOf no end and every beginning Photo by Quang

My skin is the edge of a universeSometimes I look out and see the stars of other universesBurning madly, beautiful,

About to plant his kiss,he sees neither the thorn-hookartfully concealedin Sleeping Beauty’s mouth, nor the line snaking backthrough the briarsto

she said she was sorry like she had a choice.the universe smashes her fists into fatetwists the knife our knuckles

you can’t remember whenyou started to watchthis bread risebut ghost month comesand you feel your hungergrow Photo by Mariana Kurnyk from Pexels

The push and prickin each shoulderbladeblack-pocked silken skinerupts—here, now, thereand there, coal-dull feathers.Muscles flight-tautthe bewildered girlweeps in her hands. Photo

Sorry could not deliver packageyou were not at homehave dropped off at nearest neighboralpha centauri sector. Photo by Edvin Richardson from Pexels