A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
I have gorged on the darkness
of new moon's back-turned rejection then slept. it is not enough to forget everything that I was for the body is a memory too and the earth has registered a year's weight of my steps across the now dried dead grass. instead I will curl into the orbit of my body erase the shriek of my passage forward through ice and nail-sharp wind ease softly into the devouring of my own tail. so it must be every year, an opening to obliteration nothing left to carry forward but the breath a handful of seeds and this small thimble of love. Comments are closed.
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