blood in the back of the throat taking the long way home isn’t that just how the thing goes slamming brakes for a swallowtail butterfly yellow wings beckoning for a better past losing, inevitably, scraping knees and knuckles against pavement boiling with sunshine, rays and beams never meant to have holding a book too closely […]

bold jumpers

This is how it went: the pilgrims, with their beige exoskeletons, six legs, antennae they travelled, they followed my misery, mistaking it for promised land, a place where they could be free and I learned the form of poetry in the exoskeleton, six legs, hourglass waist of a wasp on the windowsill I learned to […]