Wanderer

Wanderer. I dream of parallel places, things, realities, I daydream into the night. If I am not here, with you, I am somewhere else, alone. You become fuzz, like the static channel on the TV. I picture that, not this. Hope for a better future, past, present. Wanderer. The grass is greener when my face is. Have you ever felt like a color? I always thought you’d be blue. Wondering what happened to your smile, I dream of lush gardens with plants for teeth. You are there, somewhere. Wanderer. I don’t know where I am, but I know you are here. I feel the stubble of your chin, the freckle on your nose, the warmth of your face, your blue blood. We are here, eating leaves, ever so careful not to pick sweet fruit. 

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Lifeguard

you
brought the
   blood
and home-
        made salt

it stung
when you
       pricked          me
with that
dirty
needle

I gargled
    salt water           for days
while you
      watched

dehydrated, I
      waited
for the
water
    from your
veins

shriveled up
                 on my
bedroom carpet
    salty
    water
    pour
     ing
from my eyes
 you        watched,
        you waited

current
takes my
                                flimsy
                    body
pulls it
with your tongue
                  lifeless
like the
     shell     of a       crab
              who sheds
exoskeletons
from

time

      to

 time

Sherwood

Wrote this while I was at Sherwood Forest for a 100 word group…

Wicked green trees envelope these
woods that surround our home
is a canopy, is a tent, is a tarp

Dirt beneath feet and shoes and
bodies leaning on each other
holding hands holding hearts

One in
as
thousands

Pictures capture moments but not
feelings that encompass beings
when life stops between time

Sharing spaces, faces, places
feels brand new meanings
connect in brains, lives

Life is green and brown
I am a leaf
We are a tree

earthquake.
the               sh
  ground          ak
                            es-
you spit butterflies,
I
      swallow.

a rumble in my stomach
reverberates in
          dirt,
b l o s s o m i n g   flowers.
sunlight, sweetness,
fruit of my          intestines.

 t
 r
ee  of your      lips
    basking in wet dew.
foggy morning-
        I see       you.
                                        n
I breathe     your      i                  b
                           ra                      ow    
and burst
into     bright  light.

Aside