untitled
after we met
i turned
into a moth
approached the light
and burned up
you were worth it
untitled
after we met
i turned
into a moth
approached the light
and burned up
you were worth it
No-tell hotel
As Sunday comes to close
I open the curtains in the south-facing room
From my chair
I can watch the no-tell hotel on the beach
Against a backdrop of darkness
Stirred by the heat
Walk beyond the farthest mountain I walk slowly holding a small thing, Watching ears of pampas grasses waving, A tiny butterfly dancing arou...