(no subject)
peck peck peck
flinching against
the calendar year, the arms
the legs
lose themselves in peripheral vision
disintegrating into
molecular recollections
it is scary, but exciting.
.
on a leash
(at this time)
into fresh air
for the first time since winter.
lumps of sugar
saying things out of the dirt:
"i'm so sorry
your brain is out to stalk you."
if you're too nervous
to face the night
bloodmoonbloodblue
maybe you could try a little bit harder
maybe
in the next life
should the moon not be reigning?
let it ascend on me, oh honey