
#21
Another five minutes,
another line of clouds
before I dissolve.
The numb mollusk
is capable of disintegrating
the inner layers of the shell,
in gold and earth, it wraps.
I don’t notice the emptiness
when I want to be a simple fish
smooth.
I changed all the rules
and only in the water can I breathe.
In the underground iris
the dappled liquid
resounds infinitely.
It is home not hush.
#13
You are my Muse
a black bush
with two sparks in the center
unseen,
glaring.
We caress our eyelashes.
Never a Muse like that
has been seen,
without even the mouth.