Before the pain
King Kong fell down
the interior wall,
courage failed
to live in small ways,
and memory forgot
to deadhead the roses
..
What I Wouldn’t Have Learned in the Womb
some of us forget
our lines cross
we all are relatives
cousins fed by waters
dark and rough
salty and fresh
yet the continents sweat
and upon birth mark us
with their different scents
..
Time to Dance
despite the swaddling of memory
i am fat with forgetting
and tired of the weight
of anchored heels
desperate to run
despite paralysis
it is time to dance
to the constant rhythm
of crackling mantle
and the lava flow
