Us

We don’t converse as we did before. Perhaps the cycles in our vocal chords Have run their lengthy revolutions. Maybe we Bite our teeth more, clench them every time We can’t seem to find a new topic. Maybe we were those oranges, peeled And squeezed, until all the juice was poured. , So what do…

Junipers

If I could move a micrometer I will find lightning crashing, and a thunder spasm Moan like you do my love Moan like a wild animal that has got Something pointed stuck inside the pelvis. I know Constellations will collapse, as your senses Immolate, a death little in a mouse trap And I am still…