dusk at cubist castle, all the clouds are in past tense

[beirutbeirut]

i see certain majesty in our pale anatomies. hold me as carefully as a fragile angel statue alongside the water lilies. we are as delicate as new clay, limbs intertwined and glances towards our feet.




[i have been the stairs to nowhere
i have been the thorns like fur
i have been a dark brown cattail
i have been a pacman lily pad
i have been to red frog eyelids
i have been to fungi waters
i have been the rotten daffodil
i have been the empty white tent
i have been a box of seashells
i have been a dead scientist]