April 21, 2016

do small things
if I seem
just in time
not to see
myself in a different window
frame-rusted, chewed
voice: a whisper
sibyl    in the broken snow
scraping with her fingernails
a knot in a strand of hair
  brushed over
    grew
    lamplight in my hand

April 20, 2016

where I should begin anew
by your perfect thought
love!
my stranger
  off-pink
your maw
  open to search
save me
the trouble of departing
the study of names..
  replacement
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