Poem, “Voluntary Servitude”
Against my will,
I wandered into love
And your frail breasts,
My limbs leaning into
The April rain,
As I kissed the
Mat of your pliant stomach,
Pulling the sun’s faint rays
Into the melting rings
Of my surrender
Poem, “Who We Are”
Something in the bramble
Of who we are
Says, “leave.”
But, curling up
Against each other,
We choose, rather,
To curdle our venom
And false starts
Into slow amnesia,
Domestic chores
And tender rituals
Of coffee breaks,
The evening news,
And late-night snacks.
Poem, “My Heart Will Not Rest”
I have chosen
To wander in silence
Tonight,
Listening to the
Sweet drone of the
Spaces
Where you once
Sat,
Defenseless against
The pruning
Laughter and my
Lean suspicions
That you would not
Dock
In the harbor of all my
Doubts.
