MOLD

When you left
and I left

When we both left
our glasses

to the loneliness
that’ll babysit

our leaving
the place

that has seen
us naked

in each one
of our eyes

There were islands;
green irises & black pupils

they floated the way
we buoyed in that moment

of intimacy.

INCENSE RIBS

I am thinking of you.
Don’t move.
Let the cars run over.
Let people walk through.
Let rain come.
Let everything be
in its inertia.

But you don’t move.
I am filling up a void.
I need you to hold
this little light
till I open it up

and bring you in
Dust by dust.
Memory by memory.
Don’t burn down
your incense ribs.

They are to fill the body
I am always without.