The darkness is
alight with static
filling the air,
washing the barren ground anew.

She sleeps just there,
I see her from the ceiling,
measured breathing,
stealing dreams from the ether blue.

On this snowy night
may we each be warmed  
against this frozen blight
with the promise of summer’s dew.

It’s an off/limits
Soft recovery
Self discovery

open gift
Private invitation
Self gratification

I heard you say
Shoulder and nape
Honey and hay
Sweet as a grape

In the photo, the grass looks silver,
not dead and brown at all,
but vibrantly,
defiantly alive.

Not dead, no, not at all.
Just different than what I expected.

Here I am,
sick again,
a small pile of cough drop wrappers
growing on my nightstand

It’s spreads,
they say,
from brain to body.
I can’t speak, can’t scream,
no one would hear me.

Stress wins today,
it got my best.
Tomorrow I’ll fight,
today I’ll rest.