Heat Haze

Heat HazeI want salt’s ten­der­ness and the taste of your flesh on my tongue. The soft­ness of peach­es in sum­mer when the days are too long. I want oregano and lemons. The sweet bit­ter­ness of ton­ic and lime pulling the sum­mer heat out of my skin.I want the musk of sun-warmed black­ber­ries eat­en while standing … 

Sonnet, circa 2024.

Sonnet, cir­ca 2024Hold a leak­ing pen over an inad­e­quate note­book. Chew on the deriva­tion of “grace” from the Latin gratis—meaning pleas­ing. Seek a place for “apos­tle” in descrip­tion of a wren. Stand in a mist look­ing for a verb to describe the light­ness of the rain­drops. Break a line against the breath, car­ry on long … 

Resurrection

ResurrectionEven our own sun will, one day, leave its ordained round of the skyno longer cross­ing the Milky Way or shin­ing only on the moon’s bright side.But wan­der­ing off into the weed­sto lie down and rest,Say to us—no, no you go ahead.In the dark, waiting,time will tum­ble unstuck from the clock face.We will for­geth­ow to … 

Catherine Wheel

Catherine WheelI live in a pyrotech­nic uni­verse gar­ish with a bright math­e­mat­ics that allows me to cal­cu­late how much it has cost meto buy Rita Hayworth’s sec­ond wed­ding dress,some pur­ple fairy lights to hang from my umbrella,and a pair of ruby slip­pers that will take me any­where but home.By 3am, I have lost my mother’s …