Status Updates From Scorched Earth: Poems

“…I’ve never
loved myself more, yet nostalgia wavers all around me
like a montage of mirages muddling memories,
complicating
hope, making me miss things I’ve already mourned.”

“If my body be a long poem
then I want it to go wherever it needs.
I lick dirty verbs in my teeth and feast.
I go back to the buffet with my dirty plate,
because I want my body to say all it has to say
and not be sorry for the saying. Of. It.”

“…we would discover and enter another world
and come back barreling into this one, astronauts
for the better and for the worse, but still spectacular
as we burned back inside this atmosphere to live
separate lives inside other shadow boxes we cannot see.”