Tunnel VisionBlinkered eyes aresullied and storming,whirlpooling, brewing.I peel apart your skin,remove you like a baby,like the segment of anorange. Sunset carvesacross the sky, a curvingdisc. I feel your cold feetagainst my thighs. We seein tunnel vision, a gapbetween teeth: hereis my soul, workable,often traitorous. It ischerry blossom seasonand the earth beneaththe tree is enriched withhearts and empty hands.
washingSo this is how I think I learnt to survive:by rocking and railing and staying aliveand shading my forehead and gilding my glarefor the saints and the sinners are never awareof the trouble they cause in the spectrum of sinand the aches they create, and the passion withina heart that is hollow from humming a strainof the hymn of the hypocrites, 'gain and again.I sacrificed frailty for a sense of self-aweto fill in the windows and cracks in the floor.I sealed up the air-gaps and locked myself inuntil the mirror flew open: I was safe in my skinbefore moving through fissures to carve myself out.I trod through the maze with a skein of self-doubt'til I found myself stumbling back where I began;beginning, beginning, I will and I can.I found it quite pleasant, like shimmering silk -self-belief on my doorstep, waiting next to the milk.
announcementall passengersshould rememberto wear sunscreen.earplugs.you can keepthem in andlisten to themaladaptivecognitionsscuttling overyour skull likebeetles(have you heardof the soldierants? they biteand do notlet go, evenwhen dead)you could alsostay awakeand listen tothe silentcamaraderiein your carriage.ensure all doorsare properly closed.remain seatedunless standingand please rememberthe weeping willow.a woman may lovefor her whole lifeand a manonly for a day(or vice versa)this is what createsthe sournessin my ears.a questionfor you to ponder:before your body,were youman or woman?mind the gap.
musei.hereis a fieldof sparrows.delicateflow.ii.this is nota love letter.iii.(i hearyour voicein the warmthof the wind)iv.look, child,world-builder -you have grown upa god.v.in meis youandin youis meandin weeverythingvi.you lightenthe grey skythat drenchesmy bones.vii.this is nota love letter.viii.(i love you.i love you.i love you.)
owlopen you me nowbreak skin inrippling airbetween us nowjupiter eyesopen me here nowfly by nightbelieve me nowlove i am not nowalone and youare with me nowghostflightqueenly crook-fingerenchantress nowbewitch frost trailetstree-boughs nowdrooping and you nowclutching barenesswith me nowopening mefingertips clawtipswingtips skin nowjupiter eyesgut split now
negative spacethe moon is fulland this is a lie.we emerge, owlish,from beneath thecloud coverlet,and blink.we are as emptyas the moon.
matchstick lullabycome, little lonely:do not hold your eyesopen with matchsticks.let them shutter softlyand breathe deep.
primaveraThe wind is a tremorin the air, her colour blendingwith the wings of a bird,beckoning. I light a candle,and the night becomes luminous.This is a time for growth.This is a time for growth.The wind is a tremorand the night becomes luminousin the air, her colour blending,beckoning. I light a candlewith the wings of a bird.With the wings of a bird,this is a time for growth,beckoning. I light a candle.The wind is a tremorin the air, her colour blending -and the night becomes luminous.And the night becomes luminous,with the wings of a birdin the air, her colour blending.This is a time for growth.The wind is a tremor.Beckoning, I light a candle.Beckoning, I light a candle,and the night becomes luminous.The wind is a tremorwith the wings of a bird.This is a time for growthin the air. Her colour blendingin the air. Her colour blending,beckoning. I light a candle.This is a time for growth,and the night becomes luminous,with the wings of a bird.The wind is a tre