Standing upon a hazy afternoon
full of sunshine in these eyes of mine...

Icy jars contain
feathery whispers within...

I get lost in yesterday
as if my toes clinch to soil...

A Mother knows-
This worry...

As if the lights flickered during a night of...
demonic transformation takes a hold of a womb...

If life was simple
the dullness of her eyes...

Irritation becomes
vexing to Iris's...

Stars collecting dust
within a dwelling full...

You dont read me because you forgot
what its like to walk in my memories...

There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles...

Clouds-
taller than these eyes can envision...

and because I lived
with a'thousand souls...