sit tight

little owl. crystalline. acorn new but true. i'm so scared without you. bare dry neck and cold sweat sweat sweat. goldfish human eyes little sundragons in my pupils. enlarged, they ask why? accuse due to my indulgences

elegy

My only consolation,
to the role I played in your death
is that you were fast asleep,
before the alcohol
singed and stung
your tiny wings
and motionless, lifeless bodies.
The air had left your miniature lungs.

&

goldfish look like aquatic sundragons

that long forgotten show

it's scary, believe me, i know
a knock on the door
which muriel always answers
she is, of course, blind to the danger
and eustice just doesn't care
courage sees and his teeth,
rotten and decaying, though they are,
chatter and his eyes roll back into his head
then he plays his role
the hero, savior, caretaker
as he has so many times before
and no one thanks him.

;;;

it's just the day the titanic sunk
but i'm impatient
with my new teapot
and a scratched case that some may say is
abrupt, or attaché.
but still, it's now
and not then
at least not yet
and i'm still waiting
for that shriveled summer skin

'

such incredibly asymmetrical perfectly content silence

sweetly faded

what a small little piece
of fabric
from an old sock
it's the cuff
i made my best friend out of it
the rest, that is
there are three parts
i need one
at least
whether i wear it
or hold it, hug it kiss it, cry onto it, tug at the pieces of string loosened
by my love
for you, everyone
the emotions i pore into this once
dirty sock