Poems by me

Once Flowered into Bed

an ocean moved between us —

and our sunset-curtains closed,

somewhere between now’s not-a-good-time,

and, i’m-sorry-you-feel-that-way.

gathering myself in the empty streets,

i return home, identity-dissolved.

your shadow-residue litters the alley-

ways of my cloud-envy-heart.

stone rope anchored to the ship-wreck

it is drowning and not waving.

awake, i wish to drown my rivers.

asleep, i wish to drown my rivers.