Month: November 2022

from the well her bucket ripples with stars

nightfall we close the distance between lips

tired eyes the moon phases between blinks

wings spread the pigeon carcass refuses to fly

the pyre still burns long after we’re gone

the kingfisher looks into our concrete cave with pity

i was reminded of a time when this body of mine was but a tool for overlords

somewhere above us a man vomits a child cries but the rain always sings

raises its voice over the rain kingfisher at dawn

a selfie as the poison spreads down river into the seas