scrumptious fishy nougat

trail

i twitch &
these branches
heavy with
summer
leaves

rustle
in the night

betray
position

every
sense a
new nerve
ending

ears
scan for your
usual

frequencies

pupils
contract
& dilate
grope
through
darkness

for
another
glimpse
wary
but

wanting

that
new color
that
flash of light

or

a low
growl
& hot

baited
breath

marionette

awake
too early
all the day's air
already
deflated

gasp
gulp &
sob somehow

simultaneously

can't tear
this wretched
head from
a hot bed

hollowness
too heavy
to move or
move on or
move away

& i just want to
move again
with purpose
move like
moving matters

but i fight myself
to my feet
for the day
anyway

tie slow
strings for
these marionette
motions

wooden
painted limbs
clatter & clamber
with external
purpose

an act of
movement
the farce
of mo(u)rning

routine

ceiling tiles

ceiling tiles

fighting kind by ainslie wills

cool out by matthew e. white & natalie prass

wild horses by bishop briggs

not above love by alunageorge

tundra by sleepmakeswaves

die young by sylvan esso

let me down easy by gang of youths

midnight hour by teischa

deep wide ocean by the jezabels

never gonna change by broods

ghostwriter

he looks like
he's been reading

poetry
all day

all mine

& i'm converted
more to a

show versus tell
theory

when his hair
falls into &
over his eyes

as he
focuses

the tip

of his tongue
in his teeth

starts

all my
little word
heartattacks

an image
of stubblescratch

raw along
the side of my
neck

all morning
accompanies

the ghosts
of fingertips

soft along
the sides of my
thighs

need his low
rumblings

to echo around
chest walls
pressed up against mine

or how shoulders might
shake still, when
he holds on tight &

laughs into my hair

& i could
draw diagrams
in disarming detail

if he ever
asked me to

but i just write

just
right

and he
will never see
what he

does to the mind of me