‘Three Months Ago, in August’

I cannot think, when your thoughts are all I have, and you cannot think, not anymore. • I laid on the floor in a home where I now float, where you made me touch the hearth, convinced me that stone was my own bone, that my flesh was the walls, that where we reside is … Continue reading ‘Three Months Ago, in August’

‘Body Heat’

It has been cold. • But summer sun has beaten my back red, raw, rotten and skin, flesh has deepened with the lines of the tendrils of light cusping the curves I loathe grab, grab, tear a victim to circumstance and consequence, or a child, parent lost, crying in the sandpits with empty paws and … Continue reading ‘Body Heat’