time heals some wounds, god says. but what does god know of time. what does god know of wounds.

corpseflower cursed with selfhood loses her breath. falls asleep. dreams of bruised lung. of broken rib. of spine and tooth and dandelion stem. wild puppies. fields full of flowers and wild puppies. what can art do. can it save us

body of the snake
as it curls around my neck

it doesn’t know what
a woman is

i am a tree that smells like blood
and brings food

[things i've seen in dreams]

the demon wants to comfort me. that is why he comes. our couch is low. curves like a tongue. green fabric. green water. green leaves. i lay on my stomach. i am heartbroken. it’s not the demon’s fault. he counts my toes because he has hooves. touches the back of my knee repeatedly. calls me sapling. says, sapling, tell me about your dreams. this is a dream. one of my favorites. i never see the demon’s face. i make up lies. to be touched by claws.

I've been to the mountains and to the sea
I hope that the gods go easy with me
Me too, Bob
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Christmas coming soon
December 25
Still ain't got you
But happy to be alive

You in the black dress
DC metro near
I didn't speak your beauty truth
Too much repression. To much fear.

But I tell you now
So someone at last can hear
You looked like a vision
You are dear to me, my dear

           Whisper in my ear

                      Appear.

they all leave me in the end

I love too soon
without knowing what love is
I want to express it
see if I can wear it
know if I can bear it
but it is unrequited
weird even

and they all leave me in the end

in my blood
to be like this
with mirrors