can this silk be stone

unpublished poetry manuscript

in the unlikely event of landing on water

 

bodies land like wind on sea

which is to say they don't

 

because water is not a landable place

 

everything repeats

everything repeats

 

the heart can rest on this

 

- it does

 

insomnia

 

as i rolled over

my mind flung up flowers

glass blades in the dawning

 

spider webs

opening throats

the dew drops in them

placing one thing inside another

everywhere

the yearning of

muscle

 

the doorway unclosed

the yearning of this heart

i woke and found in my chest unattended

 

just one teardrop

blake might have said has the ocean in it

 

come as soon as you can.

bring words

i remember

 

that invisible sea

you carried in your bag

just in case