alone

the collected box
sand dollars, shells, geodes and . . .
alone in her room

enough

don’t look back too far
or pierce the veils too deeply . . .
you might see enough

I’ll deny

any truth you find
I guarantee I’ll deny …
this one too, or not

shallow end

wave surfing the moon
my thoughts contemplate from shore …
shallow end of deep

lonely planet

snowstorm moons erupt
on lonely planet systems …
woebegone wolves watch

heard

criticisms heard …
they harshed me in the heart space
they pulled the brain brake

until

once we lived as trees
deep in the forest, until …
didn’t make a sound