jayivan

Silhouettes, paper

dolls dancing

the heady steam

the green tile

the dirty grout

the sound of water spraying against skin

let it go

hard love days

in the summer haze

i dance with thorns in

dusky light, swooning petals

convening the night

this little thing i do

this sloppy sketch

this hullabaloo

—

dismiss it fast

swipe clean the screen

smudge away all memory

cardinals in flight

while lightning bugs rest in shade

before lighting night

waking damp

from summer sleep’s rant:

the near heart’s full of fear,

as the distant one grows dear

. . .

but false mirrors shine no other face,

i must know this place:

there’s nothing wrong in floating free

on sweaty swamps of liminality

small weeds root inside

the cracks, widening the gap

for hungry trees sap