The screen glow flashes
my brain buzzes like fireflies
Refreshing the page

My silkworms wriggle
across the knolls of my hand
traces of silver

If I could enchant
without thinking about it
all would be set right

****! I find my phone
cracked like an onyx mirror
my face in two parts

On this winter night
The moon lights you from the east
an opera mask

What gave it away?
My face in the low lighting?
The night stretches on

We are not ourselves
the room empty except for
Dust motes in the air

I don’t regret this
searching to find you perfect
I do wish you weren’t

I wanted to see you
And in the evening you came
Is it that simple?

Visiting Beijing
industrialization
ages my breathing

The fear of failure
proves nature itself can make
a type I error.

Can’t improve, I fear
iterative editing
is not my strong suit.

A better approach
for me is to engender
dandelion seeds