To be Joy

Grabbing night by the tail

will you damage the sand?

something more beautiful

a separate coast

an old draft

Pollution in Delphi

A deficit

shirtsleeve love

the joy of being dug up

we walk to them

not a real ghost

feels for sunlight

I didn’t get the memo about being beyond wanting or being wanted.

holding you in my heart

I will not breathe out when my heart slows

empty shoulders

silence and boldness

an ode

goodness