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 3.5.17

Lilac and morning ionized air
So strong in my throat I can taste it
The inked blossom ungulates with your breath and
You still ungulate through me and
Two days after touch the air still vibrates at a higher frequency

recorded -.-.13

recorded 20.12.15