augury

this means trouble, this day
this means death
and there is nothing to poeticize about it
except that the burden in my heart
is to wish it away
to care for the earth as a motherbird

cannot, nobody can

and this is the work: to keep on working
even in this sickness of knowing
that nothing is enough, not even close

waking up
feels like dying

remind me why we did this again?

sixteen hours

without you
the puddles never dry
they don't even try to evaporate
it doesn't matter, they think
everything is wrong and heavy
what sense is there in running back to the sea

refraction

now that our love is contained
i must uncover a photograph
in which the light
nearly overtakes you
and your eyes
look like i am drowning
no matter how shallowly
you love me.
now that our love is contained
i am forced to confess
that it is true;
under the tides of our love
i would have either
drowned
or swam ashore