scene

when i see the pictures i can still
remember it. light glittering on your legs…

Beneath the surface of a pool reside

Something nostalgic like the swish of a fin,

Waves like a drumroll, longing symphony of tide.

A secret not well-kept in the anemones do hide;

gulls scan meekly for the promise of life

to find a pool half full of creatures alive,

the other half dead, though in their living they tried…

Here, flying is more like swimming. The air thick & sweet & burning, something I have to push my way through. Paddling parallel to the ground, I can say this is my world—I’ve seen it revolve around me. I’ve felt it roll gently against my skin. The world is my little sister back when I wanted to be her center. Back when she was still infatuated with the things I could tell her; convinced of every word, every tongue-burner, every cup of coffee too-sour…

Me and Hades

just me and Hades

I look to the fields above me

where he sipped my heart like red wine

where pretty ladies dance and sing to the flowers I used to know…