guilty of today. of green eyes.
of uncollected hours
I have tried all of these. I was only successful
in holding my breath. hiding
the lack of dreams only means that dreaming has started
elsewhere
the only memory I have is filled
with the nightfall of my all-day words -
my own voice
expanding the walls of my chest
landscapes of hope
a mountain of water and blood
crispy and hot
a crescent moon. a tower of grass
the salt from an apple
a trap
