go home winter
you’re drunk
this room
I am in
is a room
I’m not sad
I’m on fire
great blue eating
I’m looking for a word
upheaval
maybe that’s it
when light echoes
through the necklace
and I see lace
in a window
calling me
to trash my room
smoke it out
so stars cover me
texting in the dark
but back to what
I am doing
about the void
not much
most days
wilderness tags me
in the mothlight
stoned for peace
hair full of snakes
it gets so out of hand
when I’m alone
dragons sit crumpled
on my desk
I bring new absence
to the hillside
for poets to remember
I kiss new absence
until candles light
do you believe
new absence
is the beer
of my heart?
is there a pain
that makes you teenage
in a basement
again too?
but so what
if wants repeat
when it’s quiet
and all I want
is to feel
like death
reversed
death reversed
I wrote to my sister
in New Hampshire
she sent back a picture
of her nightstand
with the jade plant
I gave her
I bought one
for myself too
we both have them
I’m thinking
of her now
I try
the sword in me
is shining
I thought it would be
different somehow
