zinc words & images

  • On the Walk

    Come to me When you are done measuring Yourself against the wind. I will put down my rake And welcome you as if You had never left. The chair faded from afternoons of sun And nights of dew Will be waiting In the northwest corner of the garden, Where you can watch The birds create…

  • This, Partly

    Metallic sweat pressed your body and personified the heat, giving it the character of desire. Pluck a vein, an artery, one of the nerves that runs from deep inside my neck and down my leg and ricochet like a tuning fork on a steel beam. We’re marked with the pumping blood. My veins let me…