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Scorpius Jul 16
I wonder
As you sleep
At your flesh
Against my flesh,
Curls tickling
My cheeks.
I wonder
At the bones
It bundles,
Muscles thick
And contained.
I wonder
At your organs
Your wires
And bellows,
Pipes,
And filters,
And pumps,
Tucked just there
And out of sight.
I wonder
At you,
Love,
Here
And now,
An embodied
Creature,
Warm
And pulsing.
And I am grateful
That the trembles
In your throat
Pushed waves
To lap
Against my window
And wiggle
My tiny trio
Into warm
Wet
Words
Of greeting.
And is it
Wrong
To know
So fully
In these early hours
And deepest spaces
That these bits
I call you
Will still
And stiffen
And seep
And feed
Simpler creatures?
Beings
Without noses
To tickle
Into the wonders
Of an unsuspecting
Lover.
The clouds are thick
This morning,
And the veil is thin,
And I suppose
It’s time
To run.
Scorpius Jun 30
I
See you
Here
In
These
Four walls
Soft and strong and earnest,
As we snip
And weave
And mold
And sing
The fear
And grief
That seeps
Into stories
We can’t quite
Bring ourselves
To tell.
I see you
Here
Seeing me
Blinking
Away water
Seeking
A way forward
In time,
The only
Way
We move
Within
Walls
Unbroken
And heavy
With our
Works.
It’s loud outside,
The crumbling.
And —
That last piece
Really spoke
To me.
Scorpius Apr 12
I didn’t
See
The emboldening.

I was so
Busy
Catching
Breath,
And butterflies,
I didn’t know
The times inside
And covered,
Were practice
For these times
Outside,
Exposed.

And we diminish
What we’ve built
In ways
We hope
Are tippy
Tops,
In thin air,
Just for show.

But I worry
There are young ones,
And tender souls
Up there.

I didn’t
See
The emboldening.

And the butterflies
Have pins
Through
Their bellies.
Scorpius Mar 15
“Shock and awe,”
They blustered,
Telling us
In three
What their mandate
Said in
Hundreds
Of thousands.
“Shock
And
Awe!”
And I do,
Indeed,
Find myself
Awed.
I am awed
By the canyons
That separate
My understanding
From the world
Their blusters
(Smug now)
Name,
And shocked
By how swiftly
The world
Seemed to
Crack
Beneath
Our feet.
And I think
Of the shoes
Collected
When the time before
Was over,
And could be seen
For what it was.
And I wonder
What cliffs
The curators
Will lay
Before
Our Children’s
Children
To convey
The depths
We face
Today.
Scorpius Nov 2024
The bayou,
Named after
The saint,
Named as
My mother’s brother,
Doubles
The trees
And sky
Perfectly,
Rich greens and blues,
Like windows
For my church.
And I wonder
About my inverse
Who stays
Hidden
Until I’ve
The courage
To remember
To walk on water.
Scorpius Nov 2024
Seven souls
Visited
This morning.
Arranged
On the line
In a two
A three
And two ones.
And one one
Sang
For the group
A swirling song
I knew
And I missed
Them
When they fled
The churchgoers’ traffic
Without saying
Goodbye.
Scorpius Nov 2024
“Power,”
I say.
“My word is power.”
And the hesitation
Is as great
As the clarity.
And what comes
Makes heart
And body
Tremble,
Nearly off
The bone,
And writhe
Nearly out
Of skin.
Did I choose power?
Or did power choose me?
And time and space shatter,
And I survive to have soup,
And brush my teeth
Before bed.

Mitákuye Oyás'iŋ.
To all my relations.
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