have you seen reds fight oranges and lemons break into beams of gold? have you scooped up a million sapphires just to spill them...
I navigate these fractures grown inside me, where parts of you live, long seeded, wedged in there between the swirling shadows and white...
look how your whites turn themselves to bodies of gold by the hour; I often wonder if it’s the sparks from the sun that hold you in their gaze or your longing to touch them to the bones with the stillness of your...
wasn’t much else when I got up there; just that high and sheer...
