void deck funeral the living celebrate the dead
Month: January 2023
the night crow’s cry fingers fumble with the keys
buried under a sky of fire in our shell scrapes
cupping the cat’s face still pale blue his eyes
the slow and serene darkening of sky and skin
closing the circuit of limbs electric in the air
raised hairs the static builds flesh to flesh
the breath of the forest grim in a flowing mist
curled in a corner at the back of bus the rain finds me
boards the bus with empty shells the noon rain