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'A-part'

Shut.
the door only opens
when the night 
chills remind me
of you

I would walk
into that
room of shredded
memories for some warmth

your hand wraps 
around mine
like after a lake swim
the towel laches 
onto the body 
all that sweat, mud-water, body heat
and the towel
become one 
identification

standing amongst
shades of dark
the room feels
particularly real

every time I come in here
I would pick
up a piece--
some shredded part 
of you

put it onto myself 
like a coat 
and walk out
with your colors
on me.

'Rain, after a farewell'

The sound takes

over

what lingered on that

made everything so

much harder to

drop

like the rain

after days of 

concealed weariness

its scent 

lifts up all

that has drowned

'Some time in December'

 

I feel

like a bird

sometimes, flying

alone between cliffs

 

in the winter 

when it's all

white

I don't see anything

not even

shadows

 

only feel my wings

clapping against

the wind

at night

the stars above 

make me feel far

away from where I belong

 

soon my body will be frozen

and buried under

the snow

then I can close my eyes

and see where

I have been.

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