if i knew you were the loving kind
nacre, naked, this. no one sees when you strike, when you return to earth.
Nubar
where in the sentence “salting, smoking, and curing” is there forgiveness?
The Blue Room
the librarian — straddling stardust, solitude; hiding*, conniving
Under the Seaport Boulevard Bridge
the wind’s tease — smell it? like a ghost gripping an oar, sun on its red brow
sylvan shadows
new fears wet, exposed don’t be afraid of the dark demons in daydreams (studios without walls)
cmliu 