mumble
among ourselves
hush
sunflower confess one thing. You are
everywhere partial and entire. Nothing
moves no words appear. Wake a short
narrative the hunger which finds a way to deal with a recurring and unseemly
position. The first phrase corresponded
with need to form condemned to depend on something other. Love song poetics but what do most know of
windblown curtains carefully deliberately and wholeheartedly stolen. But to be left with names translated into
screams someone else’s country but this landscape gaping with holes restless
birds dislodged the body brims romance through repetitive action. Unbound complete—each brushstroke speaks
sweetly of home.