Integrated Change

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Poems for living at the edges of worlds.

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Tussle

It could be fortunate:

To struggle alongside
in that twilight field
and, at the impasse,
with a wounded hip.

Tightly holding on for
that blessing in the
balance with a flower
close to the chest.

A herald, or a spark
relinquished in the
dark knowledge of
that tiny tussle.

Now the hugest thing,
incomprehensible yet
nothing possible that
could be more kind.

Oasis

How could we know competence
without finding it on the horizon,
a distant pool caught by the eye
of one who thirsts?

As you near the mirage, remember:
nobody can make you thirsty.
Your body holds more water
than their entire desert.

Gone

A shard of pink cloth
framing a small face
now blue, and still
meaning without time
or absentminded past.

Instantly unconscious,
perception stems
from whatever carbons
clung through these
adequate limbs.

Eyes roving amidst
the moorland slumber,
still jotting upon
spent clay, depending
on a new farewell.

Easter Eggs

Now write:
Lay Easter eggs,
flesh out collaboratively,
say some shit,
try to fit
and change
and add.

Now transform:
Switch a word,
switch some words,
swap a word,
̶s̶w̶a̶p̶ delete words,
add nuance
to cite
and switcheroo.

Now refine:
Tweak a word,
add some nuance
in the form.
Fix formatting,
trade strictures
for knots.

Now decompost:
Emphasize better,
switchflip,
reorient .a period
Add three words,
add 2
and find
and mind.

Collaborative Bodies

Hope leaves somewhat quickly
when proficiency dulls, though
spines will those wishes that
viscous thoughts produce.

If we can preferably be together,
old arrangements could sober us
and give us new energy for our
pliable kin, though all desires
pace us slightly, finding our
selves under bunching skin.

Held in hoops of similar knots
unalterable, yet not so dismal:
not scientific but measured,
your eyes and mine, biologic
and ready to care.

An Editing Incident

Scratch yourself
with a dull razor,
in spite of the
hankering for calm.

Identities that make
their way along lucid
pathways intertwine
in those difficult
places where you
learn something.

Fences

How fortunate that
anything can pleat along
unhitched lines; these
American movings

at all hours, freighting
those hard-won chances
with whomever might
inflammably persevere.

Come, know anyone today:
muddle your torqued
convalescence, give them
generous comparisons

now here but not
parroting another flesh,
within the whittled stance
of a fragrant heart.

Reef

I sync with anything the orbitals have
recomposed in eternal autonomies.

From effevescent, isometric lands
outfaced by accordionists,
accelerating notions, darling,
wreath your reef of wheals.

For though our cetacean bones
called to another's
we wait in silence.

Co-written with Lilith Rose