a pro at con fusing

soon

soon will not

be soon enough

*

i am not looking

for the light

i am looking

for the fire

and the wood

that carries the night

*

once there

was a way to

once

but that has gone

away

since was was

here

*

i’m stuck

on word play

that bends and mends

stuck into stock

if only i say

o u

need to be

awarded pay

*

i speak in tongues

old languages of salt

and apples

whispering kiss me now

while the oceans inside

remember the pull

of another body

that can silence the stars

and i

who looks up to the ceiling

blocked by a shadow

wondering what to

say next