Poem

I have never known a love like you,   I’m terrified I will never know it again.    I want to

Love is a liminal space, isn’t it? We linger amidst precarious confines anticipating more, anticipating different, anticipating. We sit

I look around for open doors  only encountering verbs  Perish be the eye which sees   only that which stands ahead

Life rises out of    a  melted turkey and swiss,  or a grilled cheese   with tomato soup on the side,  or

Calm water floating through my winding veins.  A resting space for [ocean oracles]:  the trough of my sturdy skeleton chains.

Death licks its paws after each meal and rids itself of us.  I’m stuck on a ladder of my

Riddled with this fate, handfed spoonfuls of drum beats.  Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump, never too far, never too close.  Pondering

So close to mayonnaise,  yet so far away.  Back of the mouth, narrow puff of air blown forward.   Almost like

World of infinite entangled entities  swimming not so swimmingly  Who’s waiting at the end of the road  with penny

I can’t explain it but that wasp venom felt like love The wasp fighting for its safety Unleashing hasty