8/100

Broken earth becomes

The echo upon echo of what once was

As they knocked each one out

For fear that they would be crushed

Under their tremendous breadth

Unfortunate then, to stand among brothers

Among titans, fearing nothing

Save for a lifetime of isolation

Where soil screamed their names

and found them victims of human fear

challenges that no human could know

Because humanity is so, human.

stretching limbs

to a god that brings no refuge

still seeking it in objects and words

killed with technology

they fought virgin flesh against tempered iron

and lost, each severed limb shook the earth

as others sat without so much as an afterthought

but they left the mysorenesis

the gaunt young mother 

as though she would not carry within inverted breath

the whispers of what was to come.

9/100

When you left,

there was nothing;

but the gentle zephyr blowing through the fragments

of my shattered heart.

Do you remember

the first time summer

became fall?

7/100

Surreal in the way that things pan out

I called out, dreaming of more

Less.

Better.

On that balmy summer night where I picked you the flower from a tree

Not so different than my own 

with the honest exception

my tree doesn’t make flowers anymore.

The perfume spilled from every crevice

From every alcohol-laden word as we all slipped back to childhood

With Edan who laughed so much as we fell through the streets

On that star filled night

Leaving me intoxicated with the patterns of your dress

As it trounced through the streetlights

into the wheat-pasted halls

Still under construction,  to this day

I wake up sometimes, smelling the perfume of that gigantic white flower

Recall the texture of your hair

Running through my fingers as I palmed your head

On those summer nights that persist in my memory

As the petals of a flower that never withers

And I question the nature of my syconium

And the nature of what it means

to bloom.