I myself should never have been born

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…

In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote

love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt

Every so often, they add a tattoo
in honor of some long-forgotten love.

we drove on through
the blue seal of morning as the turbines
turned and winked out their hearts

I have an axe
with hearts gashed

Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth,
cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.

how does an afternoon turn
on its axis?

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat

Winter sat like a wolf
on the horizon.

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.

If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.

I am not a guide
for every traveler
of loss.