disturbed bodies

(ours)

and on the other side

a moon

possibly…

watching



switching pens there

subtle hope

& your tired body

tired

breathing hard…

to exist


My minor violence

Toward the gazelle

Is unforgivable

Now making lists

Of the longing that will stay…

And the longing that

Will be fixed in images

Hatred splits us

But its necessity

Is like water

And love