Sound waves flash their tongues of steel,
operating off of signals...
I don't know when I started to
hunch over, but now it's all I do...
You are not a crystal ball, I am not a seeker
so I must stop wanting to be appeased...
Holidays were
always coarse...
We plant flowers in our chests
and bloom epiphanies...
Clairvoyant magic mint eyes
dissipate fluent black blood...
Some things are too personal for poetry,
so I'll speak vaguely...
I don't want to face it, not one bit,
There's nothing that I need to admit...
I shower at the darkest hour,
processing grief from old memories...
We were restless that
summer, tracking new...
I almost want to cry,
in relief, in acceptance...
She's still in a dream-like trance,
after all these years. Trauma is a...