my body
is a cry for
help
with hands
as full as
weekly plans
with eyes like
waterfall
in a summer
with mouth as
hopeful as
sunrise
in the rain
empty the
eye sockets
pour the
world into
them - the lover
of surfaces,
masks - the hiding
place

worthless beautiful night sky
full of stars, red and blue
perfect lemon moon
so close

pink attire, purple face
optimistic words, dry tongue and pale lips
shadow in the dark
heavy

floral fabrics
ribbons for causes
statistics
heart, heart, heart

hollow

my fingers are innocent
my palms radical
you, take my hand
like the best of teachers

i've forgotten
what bitter tastes
like. every *******
thing
is sweet, is fresh, is
a fuji apple
with the skin peeled,
the flesh quick-soaked
in saltwater, the seeds taken
as softly as
the milk teeth.

i waited & waited
until i
can feel my teeth
again

my teeth against
fried salmon skin
my teeth in emphasis:
fish oil, omega-3 fatty acid

my teeth babysit
tongue, throat, body:
conjoined triplet & i
waited & waited

until i
can
feel my stomach

again:
it isn't cold
warm even

gentle air, so soft
every move makes
a mark, hidden

from the sight
rare darkness
silence-enveloped

house, a distinction
sound, each wave
is moon-pulled

You'll look at me as
If you've seen a ghost
And I'll stare at you just
Like the same as ever