the harvest
I'm afraid to
say no
I'm afraid of
lonely's languorous embrace
when this meat
all flesh is grass
when it is scythed
remembers the
kiss
of the
cleaver
and the
promise
of all
knives' edge
Love Me Blue
bodies
seek warmth like rot
dig in your fingernails
this fruit bruises where it tastes sweet
so bite
blue smoke
writhes like the air
i breathe when you’re this close
the distance i can’t bear is here
between
my lungs
that ache lonely
this fickle addiction
again. bring me to your lips and
inhale
/
An experimentation of cinquains