. – .

dying occasionally

when she looks away

i am a comma

a lost eyelash

that flows as she turns

the pause in between

when and then

hanging there

flattening

scratching and pulling

until the tail tears

and i am left with

a single universe ending

a .

silence

then expansion –

eyes closed

caught elsewhere

where there is

living always

*

there

are days when we all

feel like ice

heavy and slipping

but remember:

we can float in ourselves

with the help of the cold

and the warmness

that can be seen and heard

on our breath

*

seagull

my windowsill

looking inside

trash unsalvageable

leaves leaves

sky untouchable

preferred