We’re willing ourselves into a moment lost
simplifying our poems into stray thoughts
as if a summer storm can be as grand as a hurricane
and it can
and it can
through the right eyes
in the right hands
Tag: Poetry
Smaller and Smaller
Smaller and smaller like bubbles through a wand
we see ourselves upside down
as the evening wears on
dressed in purrs and promise
a sundown on all things grand
Nightmares
Sirens slip past my house
drawling down the avenue
i yawn
what chaos endures on such a cold night
i snap awake
is my husband home
A List
How your lips are soft within your beard
The walk when our hands shied away into one another
as if they were home before we were
how you breathe into my chest when you are tired
into my lips
eyes locked
when you’re awake
how you wake up like nothing’s the matter
the storm of hair from a nap
how good you look in blue and gray
the challenge of debate
the miscarriage
the long, long illness
how broad your shoulders are
how much you carried
Memory
A spiral of scarf keeping her head on straight through the running a rash of microwave beeps censor his outburst the popcorn spins
Is It Like
The glowering sun steps away he stretches far stars within his grasp and relaxes quivering molecules his native tongue something like this silence chancer changer danger us slipping tenses becoming something like this motion moment tum Tim tum dum founded in excelsior’s day oh mounds sounds bonded to a ray pulling a tooth something like that she asks frowning framing the moon with her fingers
Love Looks Like This
Every time she moves
his breathing becomes shallow
the giant bear snore dies into a rumble
builds again as fire crackling through a log
then shifts once more as she snuggles down down down
into his chest
Among the Weapons
among the weapons
a silver box
wooden cracked and with a broken lock
a frequency hums beneath the lid
something too weak to lift the lid
cold wheezes from the keyhole
a chuckling choking from
*shake it* an empty box
silvered with cold
among the weapons
On Aging
Deep water lines
Swallowed up the bridge lines
learning you like butter and sour cream on your potato
as the waters rise
the unimportant bits and bites
make me wealthy in knowledge of you
and it becomes sort of a wisdom
one i will weep at your gravesite
filling everywhere with you
Darkling glass
shift a degree
tell me
in this fallow light
what do you see?
AbyKittiwake 