Tag: spilled ink

Under the Covers

Through the night’s silent fog, drifting at the stem of the islands.

I have returned to the city of the flood, where unsuspecting citizens still wait for the rain to cease

It took me under like a whale diving. Such displacement from our sudden sundering,

There was this one time that Christ appeared in the midst of his friends

I dive through Summer on two thin tires. Pillars of leaves and needles parse

You have arranged a valley, a home for foxes.

Ravens are sweeping down the line of trees, diving into a fog that

The air is thick with the burning islands. I wake in the morning to a dry throat.

Look at him looking at her. He watches her fingers, deftly tucking back

All is returned to dust. Every breath is taken back by a jealous

You must have returned, must be living, even now, within the city walls,

I’m not sure why I miss you. You were just so many pounds