June 8, 2016

gothic blur
revisit me
salt-dazzled
frail
unshoulder my listing
to lines of ease, never—

June! how these days of nothing    compile
(like meekly accentuated breaths)

June 7, 2016

I am as disembodied
   as this bled-out
   too-distant morning:
subtle flesh
thinly speak
close over
when I most miss
when I’m vaguely aware
the phone is ringing
fresh skin—
my best relapse
invokes dreams
?whichway which beyond
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