with the simple slip
of butterfly’s wing in shell
the world emerges.

just as sky brightens
winter drops its giant flakes
stealing my commute.

the image rests here
behind closed lids waiting for
our awakening.

your beverage scared me
i could neither see nor smell
the love you desired.

her words haunt my soul
confessions of a beauty
hiding behind fear.

she is from that leg
that the tumor took away
how smooth she walks now.

are they watching now
waiting to pounce on my lack
of words to fill space?

words could never fill
the space that exists between
want and idealism.

i will see the sun
on the crest of the mountain
before the train comes.

just when i need sleep
the phone jolts me into the
place i dislike most.