Mud Musings

A mattress on the floor –
I lay on my side
and stare at the wall.

You forget. Then you wake.
Another crushing heart break.

When she dies
They’ll eat her eyes.

Bare –
There’s no baby in there.

She’s a hollow girl –
filled only by the night
and that one fight
where he tells his wife.


I’ll carry it for you –
hold it steady, however heavy
crushed underfoot
The flowers spring back
toward the sun
in the warming light.

Garden Variety

my tongue dances across your lips
where the heat coils tight –
I become the snake
basking in the firelight
wrapped, and
like wax
melt into your arms.

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