zinc words & images

  • Field of vision

    Keep me beyond Knowing. I am withered By sight. The blood, The red muscle, eyes Awash in empathy. Remove paper, words- Typewritten or Digitally manifest for I can no longer subsist On my neighbor’s woes. I must fold myself up And wait for the forever Rains to make me Cleansed.

  • Yes

    Catastrophe abounds when you reach behind me to touch my hair and whisper, “Shush, it’s the night and I am here to save you from yourself.” I can only see beyond the castles and trees moving with respirative awareness and think, “You are the end of me.” Your wordless presents prevent my absolution from the…

  • The Little Things

    We have moments of vanity I’ll repeat in perpetuity with serious refractions I arrange suitably. On beaches and crow’s wings we sing: out of time out of range out of my head. This song i sing blows by as memory, alone on an hourglass watching leafed pages expose themselves to a towline hurricane in successive…

  • Means

    are you reminded that you will die soon is it too much to bear that someone young doesn’t need living irrelevance never cracking a spine and watching deep voiced narrators does not qualify opinion or respect those gathered roses died long ago, when muscles could flex and confidence appeared across any vision to you now…

  • 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…

  • A Song is Not a Song

    All the high notes you loved before are sharp, reverberating in what is left of your brain. This thing takes no advantage only waits to lose space and die, unmasterfully on the loose ground of your foremothers. But, who knows where the cell divides. Scientists know the rna, the chemistry, but the spark of death…

  • Warning

    Sometimes I wonder, Virginia, why you told me the things inside me are transient, that all bodies are drawn to the dark soil. It fills my belly as it filled hers, its testament to misunderstanding and the witness of historic unraveling. Bade me put rocks in my pockets. Lift me to the arched back of…

  • April 29

    I could fall asleep with my head bobbing like a novelty. i know it was you who took the branch and left it in my path, it was like you were saying something but also not saying anything. The greatest magic trick ever from the spoiled milk you turned to cheese to the harpsichord shirt…

  • April 24

    Manet’s hand painted the sad flowers of Paris, and I stood in the cool marble of dead British patriots, watching the eyes watch me. When I look into the 2-dimensional soul, I see myself aloof framed in wood paneling. Existing with emotion and absinthe. But questions: how did these women do it? No tampons? Girdles?…

  • April 12

    No one can write like you the words spill out my polished heart renewed. Gleaming and cracked you gave to take. It was sound sunk into my flesh made my soul bleed made hope manifest. Who saw when you practiced The lined fingers The bitten pencil? Teresa and Jeff, bodies aflame with crest and trough,…