Boundaries

A Land Without Boundaries…



There is a stretch of Interstate 85 that reeks of dog food
the concrete slab factory interrupting the skeletal black of the trees.

I beat the sun to dawn; savor the twilight, the openness
rain-slicken road invites me to keep moving forward

I don’t need the invitation, never have. I am wired:
antsy; muscles coiling and uncoiling, waiting for movement—to pounce
waiting for the space to run.

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She wakes me with teeth dancing my collarbone
mouths 'good morning' against my breasts
blinded by daybreak my fingers read her curves like braille
she interprets a moan to mean 'more'.

Fingers Crossed and Prayers to God

I have been absolved
left every heartbeat as unopened prayers to God
save me forgive me save me forgive me save me
allow me to wash away my sins
cross and re-cross myself: head chakra root chakra
a daggered line pierces my heart chakra
it bleeds light
my eyes bleed tears, head bowed
in submission. I am higher than myself
vertigo visions warp my outlook
—I’m okay—
salvation for those who ask
and I begged; finally resolved to save myself one breath at a time.

Stardust

We stumbled home drunk on honeysuckle blossoms. Our feet paced constellations with familiarity. Above us owls retreat telescopic eyes away from waiting dawn. Only the sun could wake us from our diversions; the moon isn’t as abrasive, nothing to prove. We have undressed our skins to prove our existence to each other. Our veins are translucent or our eyes are x-rays or we are made of a million stars. I like to believe that you alone are composed of seven galaxies; heavenly. I always knew you were extraterrestrial. An extrasensory perception, I dreamt you to life: Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood…My hand tenses to draw you across the sky, drawing me into the darkest recesses of a black hole. Your breath brings me back from my midnight musings to your thinly muscled arm linked in mine, the unbroken mass of our shadows, the soft petals of honeysuckles caressing our ears; us dreaming a better us to life in the morning when we stumble from an unmade bed.

Wish You Were…

For S.W.


Imagine you had the guts to be me
your heartbeat as deep as your breath
be a woman, unsexed
sexualized to nonexistence
tarred angel wings, tilted halo
devour green apples

share the pieces with your lover
like the rib she was accidentally made from
swim through her hair
call her by name

brand yourself
allow others to brand you
limp through it, pass the pain, until the swelling goes down

the virus will never go away

wake up every morning knowing
and choose to live anyways.

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The power of a wave is measured in its crest. The way it beats the shore like a middle school bully, is just a cry for attention, no skill involved.