there is a fragile eggshell light.
blossoms are charring a thin black stem.
night rains are dribbling from sapling oaks.
summer unscrolls quickly toward the last red signature.
a woman loves a man until 2:00A.M. daylight savings time.
the heart is daily slain.
stained lips are breathing a white haze.
a television keeps cracking its voice over a blue stained carpet.
palm trees tear at a tin roof.
an accident is caused by gravity and hard science.
a woman's legs tease from the slit of a cheongsam.
a diamond went missing for twenty years.
something is round and toothless about a vintage doll.
these are the cold chambers my lover made.
there were four weeks of rain in a dream of swamps and drowning.
close the curtains on all fretting, ignorant sheets of light.
wind's poetry is translated by the leaves.
among the seaweed there are bits of driftwood like bones, white as teeth.
on an illuminated page the colorful edges take over.
two clouds splash like legs in a bathwater sky.
there is a blush on the air that a hummingbird recently occupied.
a piece of persephone's dress snagged on a shrub is left to the snow and wind