flannel ski slopes
forever stuck
where you’d hold me
and brace the winds of my storms
but skis are no match
and hold no balance
in a flash flood

my lungs
catch quick
on unfinished breaths
when your face sweeps my brain,
an anomaly
from what my body craves

cobwebs cascade
where you were supposed to hang
but with the shackles i tied
around your stained ankles
you couldn’t reach

i won’t wash my walls
for a reminder
of where you used
to touch

i won’t look at my skin
in absence
of where you drove
in the valleys
of my figure

i won’t wash my walls
your fingers
stay hung on display
when they should be
where you laid
underneath my framework
in the bed we made

i'd like to
find a crevice
so deep in your bones
to build a nest
of your vessels
for this cold,
chilling winter

heartbeat
in my brain

rivers
in my hands

adventure
in my soul

telephone cans

i’ll travel the seas
near and far
on my ship

i’ll pluck all fish
on my great line
discovering every cell
a skill surely divine

i’ll come across volcanoes
their points up in the clouds
sifting through the lava
i just want to know your ground

i’ll march the chilly terrors
of the northern winds
face exposed, lights unfold
flakes fallen within

i’ll scavenge your land
the great valleys of color
just to find you
you are unlike any other