All of us tied to an ocean
of inhalations & exhalations
breathe waves of a tide
desire a moon’s intervention
receding with a notion to return
to a sky
falling to an ocean
reaching for a surface
this mouth remembers
these eyes do not blink
By Data © April 2021
A pearl encased in a grotesque shell.
An unknown beauty.
pain p u l l s all
What I want starts with an intake of shared air, a leaning-in.
My spine a star-gaze arch - a neat reflection of yours.
A mouth-to-mouth silence broken, made whole - by small language
born of not knowing, and of knowing too well.
I want to trace symmetry in your neck, your back: Learn the shape
and position of vertebrate, of the discs in between -
Infuse them with an energy to resist time, to resist
I want my weighted thoughts to wash through the
base of my skull into your cradle-hand,
Want to hear the rush of them down your arm, their echo
through the in-and-out spaces of lungs.
I want them to pour fully formed from your feet to the floor
- through nerves un-frayed and strong.
Remember: It’s a want my Love, not a need.
What I need is you here.
virtual school moments (in senryus)
I forget that I'm
virtual school, because I'm
really in my room.
And start brushing my
hair or singing a song I'm secretly
listening to - until friends text me!
My mom forgets I'm
in v.school, comes in, to yell
at me about dishes.
My cat walks across
my keyboard submitting "84;'/jifgvbzws"
as a test answer.
"It was a typo!," I complain,
“You still got an "A"," she says.
"But I LOST 4 points!!" Argh!
"Get a life!," she says.
virtual school is so strange, so lonely, so liberating and convenient.
Blades of grass