MOLD
When you left
and I left
When we both left
our glasses
to the loneliness
that’ll babysit
our leaving
the place
that has seen
us naked
in each one
of our eyes
There were islands;
green irises & black pupils
they floated the way
we buoyed in that moment
of intimacy.
INCENSE RIBS
I am thinking of you.
Don’t move.
Let the cars run over.
Let people walk through.
Let rain come.
Let everything be
in its inertia.
But you don’t move.
I am filling up a void.
I need you to hold
this little light
till I open it up
and bring you in
Dust by dust.
Memory by memory.
Don’t burn down
your incense ribs.
They are to fill the body
I am always without.
