winter

up before sunrise
I was made for the dawn
the wind whips off the lake
like nothing can inhabit
this land

12.seventeen

twelve.17
the winds rose overnight and compelled us all to feel. limbs of sycamores fell into the streets. the cat brought me a headless robin in a mouth full with feathers. i believe i am chosen to be raw. nothing comes easy anymore. i tell my story by words. life has never been so enticing.

kicks

curiosity can amplify
a drained spirit
add glowstix
a wicked costume
a strange expression
add darkness
packs of children
hollowed pumpkins
candles and wind to
animate all inanimate
creatures so scared it
kickstarts the breath
and now i’m thrilled
you see we’re truly
living

2am

whistling out into the night in the wind, i saw you inside a window of light. your darkness took form as you watched me. 2am. i made repeated visits to the night, albeit brief. we met across sugar alley. where the sun encounters the moon.

the wind remembered

nobody remembered her name or her face

or the pale of her wrists

by the edge of her lace

 

no one remembered the man or his name

who sunk his axe deep

in the wood

in the yard

in his sleep

 

only the wind still whispered her name

through the gaps and the floors

through those walls

made of wood

 

and wrung out the leaves of the trees

just like hands

to remember the others

 

the other ones who had died

there

 

two and twenty years before

and twice as long

before then

 

and twice as long

before then

 

and twice as long

before then