zinc words & images

  • Empty text

    I don’t have the skills or the grace to do this, to know what to do to keep you connected despite our distance. Letters and phones seem insufficient to love you and I’m not really part Of this pictionary future. No one taught me how to make anything long term. Really, I could make this…

  • Wanting to be

    Cradle me and tell me I’m alive and good. Smooth my forehead, I remember you did that once late at night. I thought you would kiss me then. I just need someone to hold my hand and feel the substance of my being. There are tendons and muscles and tiny bones inside. But, oh, could…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • April 23

    We picked up where we left convivientes and conspirators looking to chase the showering moonlight. you held my hand, lead the way to the dawning. I cannot forgive the path for not returning you. Life wicked off in my hand and midnight recesses recall your visage in reflection, shadowed memory. Floating above your twin bed…

  • April 14

    Every song contains you and revives you Lazarus of my mind. Amber-veiled eyes closed suddenly from the light flashing off cars through your window. Closed, too, for the rosewood body. Blind and rocking in your mother’s lap. Every wrinkle folding and moving your face. Sad child of star and clover, following light without me. Between…