Category: poetry

between plants and people pine and person we share more than  we lack. i am the moss you, the cacti; i drink in the rain you, the sun’s shine roots buried and absorbing below cracked earth and desert dust bones and parchment and other graveyard goods but me, i thrive…

i think i met an angel in the hallway serendipity in the subway today behind the corner, in my circus state she said “god loves you” but that was before i knew myself well like unsealed tupperware or baggy cotton, i didn’t notice (at first) a slice, a thin rift…