shuddering sun
or is it
the world moving
breaking
beneath our feet
i reach for your hand
count the rings
of your fingerprints
brushing against my own
there is no darkness
only birth
there is no light
only the song
of your breathing
Tag: fingers
Poem 20150407b
i want to count
your fingers
and toes
just like you’re a baby
one-two-three-four-five
done four times
count them all
count the nails
and give each one a squeeze
and a shake
a “this little piggy went to market”
a game
and i’ll
make you squeal
all the way home
Poem 20150316
let things get out of
hand
why should the
fingers have all the fun
Poem 20150312
the gate squeaks, hinges screaming
as i drag back the garbage cans
the sun hangs low, filling the sky
with orange and pink and heat and
dry santa ana winds. the winds
are quiet though, leeching out
the moisture from our skins, an
invisible vampire, making us itch
to pick up knives and test the edges
against our fingers
Poem 20150117
my hands cover my eyes
fingers made of flame press
against the lids
i wait for my paper skin to ignite
light up the darkness!
rout the shadows
and drive them out
fertilize the ground with ashes
and water my seedlings
with weeping
see what grows
Words and Feathers 