when we were fruit;

round and golden
healing every ailment,
firm flesh taut - eager
the first bite the best bite,

just begging your outstretched arm to
catch us,
twist and pull so that we fell
yielding into the hollow
of your palm

when we were fruit;
you loved us best.

[but i,

i hung near the highest branches, and you

you would not climb.

and so now, a spent ( Read more... )

even in this drop of water

in the beginning, there was lightning;
churning us -
molecular,
from the sea. arcing until we swam,
chains of wonder, shimmering.
oil on pavement.

(floating, silk 
in the salt sweet liquor of your warmth, we began to create.

embroidering our mechanisms;
shuttling in, out
up, down, left, right, together
and apart

the ( Read more... )

i am tasting my world ( Read more... )

 i am not passionate about science, like i am passionate about people.

it is just that simple.

(why was this never so clear before?)

for eight days you were loved;
to the sound of rushing rivers you were swung, swung, 
on long arms (green veins and a small cross, 
church names faded from scars)

for eight days you were loved, and i spoke your name
soaking my voice in the rushing river, bending it clean - 
green willow of our sounds; 
for you i remembered and wove again

[and now you swing ( Read more... )

from where i was brought first COMMA ( Read more... )

 hey lady,
we've come to look at your disease.

i am a first year medical student and i will be taking
your history today, i hope you don't mind

its pretty damn contagious so we're all wearing masks
and hand-sanitizing every few seconds - (i should wash my
coat in bleach when i get home - should i alcohol swab my stethoscope,
what way does it go in my ears ( Read more... )

i have become three dimensional.

 take a crooked sixpence, walk a crooked mile;

our lady of formaldehyde is trapped,
like a dried out mouse in her mousetrap bones;
trapped by her rib
cage, poured molten once
into the chalky S or her spine,
correction line drawn due east of her
geographical centre.

--

snap the great vessels
into the hilum and we're pulling,
tendons flexed on lori's arm as she ( Read more... )

i want to break their guitar.

a child on the floor eating ladybugs,
red orange wing shards,
dribbling from the lip;

polished globule
of coral ladybug sitting,
gem by the collar, waiting, and evading quietly.

i have utter contempt for painting
i will
break painting

peonies, bleeding.
profuse, pulsatile, turbulent
dripping
onto white tile floors, absorbing,
( Read more... )