skeleton woman

all over the place

picking up the phone like

cooking/finding 

freedom (within)

if life is the wine

between the jug 

and the glass

and if I'm not wrong

becoming the lover

of your own nightmare?

to be touched well

the pain after 

without it

my miniature 

hectic nature

(a diorama)

cuz in the Big way

I want you to feel so good

so full of love and

if I can be involved 

the way she

smells like soap 

on the 3rd hug 

hUge dream

woke up from the mess

with a sore throat and

your name in my mouth

maya says to see it

as a wall hanging

other side

yesterday was strong

and crystal

mom asked

is this a rainy day

in LA

I said 

kinda yeah

manually giving

permission to

abstract relief 

today is lazy smooth

I wanna have sex

but 

eat sardines

☮

the mountain looks nice this morning 
clear with delicate sun
I’m thinking about you 

the way it's 

warm, dispersed

somehow 

the thinking is oiled

a serious calm settles

on this long edge

in the shape of

a question or

it calls up 

the peripheral alphabet

I clock my kinks 

for phonics,

periphery

it's a good day 

for gravity 

the red light 

at the mountain

Thursday in 3 

slow pieces

when it's done 

 

work between 2 pillows

and the clouds want to break

Thursday 

in the custody

of its own gentleness