caught-taut & lenticular

lodged in the hippocampus
mired in the slipstream
of an articulated faith

dashed

caught-taut & lenticular
in the shadow of nightmare
a gesture—superheated hands
on the throat

a child

listless in mid-air
a vise foreshadowing
the pine box
lowered underground

beneath a viral-blood moon
night claws at the dawn

What I’m Reading:

“Our bodies carry everything that has ever happened to us, the way the land carries everything of humanity.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch / “Unearthed”