who knows if this design will agree to
finally fly but the caves in
the round curves of the vast rolling
hills of the summer clouds call so
sweetly to the lonely bird in my chest
Tag Archives: chest
scratching at an image an inch beneath the ice of my chest
(First published in Heliosparrow.)
the mess flying out of my chest blameless young radishes
Tuesday
that little ember
in the chest maybe today
farewell
to coddled coffee
and
apartment blocks
empty for so long
all day I thought I was some other day the ink seeped out starting with what in your chest before you can fly 1,000 years
dancing figures in smoke from the city of dry leaves in my chest
restless night
small feathers
fall from my chest
her hand on my chest
in the laundry room—
the short night
other animals 