how should a person be

play my guitars wake me with poetry surprise me with coffee text me on the bathroom mirror leave a trail of sand when you leave show me what you see take pictures of what you hope will come find you draw me treasure maps to fruit trees I’ve yet to cache lay with me in…

A white washed room with a sink limitless mangoes birdsong and you.

I made a map of your body with my fingers To remember you in mine Before you became your ghostly form / Topography through touch Sitting in theatres Experiencing beauty Contour lines tracing elevations of emotion Tactile silent morse code / Pieces of me on those maps, places I can’t return to. I trace those…

i see your ghosts they glisten in your left eye they twirl the corners of your mouth they speak in absolutes they insist you write it down strict lessons learned obey don’t stray you will fall, you will lose. / let them go haunt another you. tell them to walk the tracks tell them you’d…

a 4 am dawn song a morning prayer a renewal birds return, darkness lingers; waiting for the promised light.

How do you know when you’re underwater? When bubbles come out of your mouth? When you can’t scratch an itch because of your soft nails. You had nothing to say on land. Suddenly, it seems urgent. Jumped in, chose with discernment. Hypervigilant, not able to pressurize. Forgot how to breathe. Everyone else seems to have…

You spoke of my body in a negotiation of price This is wrong with it tell me why  reduce the price for the damage it has Words that have been chosen in a previous conversation with an unknown third party Not curious Settled upon Decided Consulted  Mulled over Valuation Input from outside sources Agreed upon…