the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 5.15.17

bodies, mass, slump into one another

sleep takes over

stones on a beach sink

into the sand

as it

settles with the wave’s


pulled by gravity

lunar and terrestrial.

close to

the moment sand turns to


mind jolts

disrupts the heart-body

a slight pulling apart


wave advances, retreats, sand settles

hot glass

slumps into one


recorded 2.2.14

recorded 22.1.17