excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold...
Dig deep. The quiet
days are still there...
The campfire is comforting;
our palms are warmed...
I remember the treehouse,
haphazardly built...
Wielding a pen
to the tunes of...
If you’re the
dark...
you come
with sudden rain...
A snake hangs limply from a
knotted branch, its...
I want to
cut loose the moon...
A white knee
Clamps down on a black neck...
trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...
As the moon
approaches...