the mirage of horizon wavers
in the sunny wet
of this desert dry
every step stretches infinitely out
in front of me
and pounds with the heart-heat
of a million fleshy beats

there are not words enough
or roads, or breaths,
to fully feel, to break,
to peel the colors of this fill
my …

summer's tongue still licks the corners of my mouth
though i wake up shivering in the mornings

i smell like ripe lotus petals
and dying iris- the wild kind.
there is a thickness bubbling
behind my ribs- blood wet and warming.
my skin blooms in fractions:
the sound of miles in …