Breaking

The kingdom of the body is empty. Words scattering like milkweed. The quiet waiting of animals. Heart beats on, counting its strokes. The timing chain winds.

The Bone Locker

Barking dogs wake the body. The night-moon roams. Breathing.  Dream-ache. Feet leave the bed. Knees work their miracle. Wait.  Speech will unlock the mouth. Names come unbidden. Then the past.  It is …

Body

Each leg, each arm has a name. Trails lead across the chest. Hands are antennae, always seeking.  Lips can swell with passion.  The throat vibrates and voice will come. Put …