flowing consciousness
through bitter opalescence
in a quiet night

why are you so shy
ebbing silence defeats me
please just look at me

my body belongs
in a claustrophobic space
or, back in the womb

I have a friend that says she likes poetry
she wrote some words in a notebook I gave her
words chosen more carefully than mine,
and the resonance on the page
is foreign yet refreshing, like a
pool of salt.

With her body as heavy as her mind
she stumbles to the bathroom,
but still managing
to knock over my face wash.

flashing pain across the temples, or
the groin
the realization that it's not fatal causes you
to push out a breath through
lungs on fire

A master photograph
shot by a master photographer
hangs on the wall
A thousand mundane words
turned into one haunting frame
though it does appear
to be a tad askew
I think it helps.