experiments in density

[heartichoke]

I wish I would stop second-guessing myself.

Dammit.

There I go again.



please can i wrap myself
in layers of safety,
identity blanketing
home. curled up inside
oversight, welcoming
a transformation she wakes
reaching for herself
she falls. through dreamstuff
dissipates my path
no longer gilded, but still
fixates a reason, questioning
you! constant, and comfort
olive skin beneath my
doubt, i peel away
discovering couplets
tactile entities, entreating
new creations, dimensions
a theme of yes, for you
are the eye of my art
the echo of my formation