without a pencil
I use my breath to write you
love letters
*
crazy woman
inviting the scorpion into the boat
without a second thought
*
I am here because
I heard the crow sing, though now
the sky is empty
*
darling, if I can’t
have you forever, I’ll take
half of forever
*
coming to know
the Self as a pearl inside
a dying clam
*
writing of love
does not make a kiss—given
a choice, choose lips