is the breadth of a butterfly wing.
As close as a single breath,
halting, hovering, hailing
me into presence.
[...]

Loose ligaments,
free-floating bones,
joints sliding out of place
at the slightest movement. [...]

My anger is my power gone awry

It is my aborted fight response
asking for a replay,
it is my soul’s foray
out of freeze mode
[...]

On Earth.
On.
Simple preposition.
Two innocent letters.
And yet.
So much distance between the two words.
[...]

I disconnected from my heart
so I wouldn’t feel the hurt
but it left a gaping hole
[...]

My heart breaks.
Sunflowers against barricades
floral flags of hope and solidarity.
[...]

This is
not a poem
(nor a pipe).
[...]

Space
From here, in this realm beyond form, beyond words, it is clear.
We are the wide-open sky,
rather than the bird beating its wings to pass through. [...]

I long for the day
when I can step into the minefield of your triggers
with open arms,
[...]

I’ve been living from the open wound
old hurts bleeding into my present

pummeled, powerless
at the slightest movement. grasping, scared [...]