The Figure That Is None

Never trust human speech when spoken,
Only when written, and its creator has become nothing but
Strings of sigils printed in lifeless-black:
Lines, dots, angles, curves, and crosses.

Photo by Brodie Vissers from Burst

Inquietação

Inquietação – The restlessness of young love.

 

The sweet-savory of your breath
Encrusts in the juices soaking my beard’s coffee coarse strands.

Each bite elicits a sensation hot enough to warm two bodies,
But once you taste the blood of my fruit, you bite hard and deep.

 

Photo by Brody Vissers

Innocuous Noctuary

Truss the give of the bedsprings
With those tortured instruments of berth—
Striated, cracked mud— given to build a hearth out of the same
Earth you were made from.

 

Photo by Scott Murdoch from Burst

Animal Mother

 

You are there and not there, around when I need you most—
More than you’ve needed me— slumbering sweet on my rug,
Next to my feet, and under my heart.

Image Credit

Dog Paws [Photograph]. Dan Gold. Accessed on 03/09/2018

Largo

 

It pains me denying you of unpredictable whims,
childlike cravings for unrepeated joys; gouging a rib
From my side to murder my younger brother,
Exposing what’s left of a body you’ve claimed as your own,

Photo Credit

Wu, Samuel. Apple Polisher. Los Angeles, 1947.