I'm being stung by bees in the snow.

my pants fill with air

my pocket takes warmth from fingertip

four numb


very touching and very moving
sentiment from twenty years of last century



taking warm rocks from the unsettling effigy

ingesting them


it is too painful she tells me


a ram's horn

being stung by bees in the winter

chewing on dolphin meat in the summer


the beach is glass
the salt boils

my soles bubble
yellow cloud pushes me up

I glide on the hooves
in my new pelt

up there with sentiment, sweet kiss gifted

mine eye, the milky scar

now none know Fall without pain


nuzzle nuzzle
loneliness struggles


with bright worms

lush snow blesses death

together now


our song in dark soil
shrieks and tears


together now