i haven't felt the strength radiate from her bones,
nor have i seen her eyes through mine.
regardless, i'll pick up and shine every penny
if'n it'll take me to her.


sitting crossleg at a bridge unfinished,
ready to know what's on the other side.
 eager enough that i'm almost willing to trudge through whatever muck they're trying to save me from.

i can see- over the wires and wet cement, the rubble and the river- her shadow playing with those from trees and bees and other beings. i hear her laughter on the south east side of the town she's living, and i feel it radiate within me, fuelling embers and coaxing them to grow into unmanageable flames.

i don't want to love another, dear. this is my last basket, and the rest of my eggs.