the night i saw woman
going elemental was truly something. on the back-nine it seemed from her breathing — a turning gyre of liquid she filled the cracks in…
going elemental was truly something.
on the back-nine it seemed from
her breathing — a turning gyre of liquid she
filled the cracks in pavement and fault lines —
ceasing to be, and was everything.
•
going whoops-a-daisy with a fire
stoker in each hand, to
tempt the stars to burn brighter — maybe
at a different angle, and blowing harder,
the cool black will catch.
•
sitting somberly with a glass of
water that juggles ice cubes and
plays chicken with room temp —
her gaze trained on the outside
on the heron on the golf course
to the second.