a cloud of black magic

this is where I sleep
each night
carpet crawling toward glass

my reflection sleeps fast
I
just
listen

broken words shift faster
than anxious eyes
my universe
is gone

Requiem

Lindsey, in perfect fifths,
let’s shatter the veil
between worlds.

The universe is sold out,
but your bridge is precise
and the dead watch your maple
neckline

while I anesthetize myself
in words.

Your snakewood grows on dried gut,
I am glued to paper –

We are limited in time;
in stranded worlds.
Let’s shatter the veil
and bring them together.