Low Light

I want you in the night time. By me in bed. Right there in the unworked side of the mattress. Where our hands don’t meet in the middle. I want you in the night time. Because you are so light of day. More golden than sun, than sand. Like wind whipped rock at the latest…

End of May

I feel now that everything the world had become to me could have filled me up before. I resent that. Where the Qur’an and the veil and the height of cathedral ceilings where image of protector could have resonated louder like the hum of a God or the wind of a valley just the same….

Forgive my sick

Not sure what I would do if I still had to travel far to see the moon and stars. Sometimes I think God forgets you in steel and glass lives. Sees me better when I can see It. Food pinched in fingers seems to weigh pounds lately. And sticks to my insides like gum under…

And Still

And still, despite it all, you have a heat enough for the sun.

Starlight Hugs

Life has been so impossibly great to me. Ultimately the price tag was so little. So little I can forget it all when I brwath cutting deep cool salty air. It seems to go away when I meet these new people, when I try new places and new views of the sky. If I can…

This World Here

I think I have a real chance at happiness now. And I won’t I won’t give that up for anything.

Jack of All Boxes

It’s getting bad again. At the very beginning of a new life, I project an idea of fraud onto myself, that I somehow am not what I am. Where are the seeds for this idea? Why was I born into this false body with hips that tease me in mirrors and breasts that lie with…

Mojave

You said as I stared “I think the colors of the desert sunset are quickly becoming my favorite colors.” Even at the tips of mountains, I am the valley. I sit in the loudest silence and the brightest dark and am left alone to eat and breathe cold breeze. It is the most overflowing pour…

Things to cleanse yourself of

Things to cleanse yourself of: the skin that hands touched. words that scraped into your chest the moment they were dribbled out of spiteful mouths —-in your own language. The weight that threatens to crack your ribs —-.––––––––––––that’s made from one thousand days you could ——––––––––have been better if you just – -and a thousand…

Killing Time in the Desert

Not love nor power are luminescent like a burning burning summer fireball starry sky. Freckled universe. I am. burning from within and hope for my skin to show the same thing that I swallow like a rock when I am resigned to screaming behind plexiglass. And yes, when made burned it feels to finally release…