I brought loneliness with me when I woke,
a thread of shadowed gold which I wove
into a curtain of gilded pitch
and hung upon my western window,
mourning dusk's inevitable descent,
catching dust in sun every morning.
07/30/2019
For my friend on the occasion of her wedding. What I know of mirrors is their imperfection, their imbalance of mathematics: one reflects...
For my friend on the occasion of his wedding. No eye for art, you said, and turned toward Hunger, livid color leaving you cold, neither...
It is not Death that watches us with suspicion, yet you invoke Her name anyway, make of Her a boundary, make of me an earthen intimacy....
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