birds
flying underwater
fish in the air
me in my life
snails
out of shells
sluggish
me in my life
purified ocean water
salt in the tap
chrome crusted calcium
me in my life
a gravel road highway
going somewhere not very fast
me in my life
old wood
no longer spared by a roof
standing tall against the sun and rain
grayer every april
me in my my life
laughter of desperation
cutting but not mending
tension
heavy in light shoes
me in my life
dented glass jars
just fragments of what they meant to be
but sharp as ever
me in my life
an empty freeway
going north or south
cutting east and west into different lands
me and my life
toast at tub side
electrifying
in so many wrong ways
me in my life
friendly fire
I guess there is such a thing as friends too close
or one's competing selves
me in my life
all ears and eyes
mind worn flat
me in my life
stars in the ocean
cooling down
dead light still in transit
to the bottom of some end point
or my eyes
me in my life
birds surfacing
with their catch
another mouth fed
for how much longer
