Status Updates From What Work Is: Poems

Marvelous collection.

“They’re / all asleep, all the windows from here / to the end of the world are open, / I can hear the even breathing / of all that is wordless and final.”

“You asked for a home, you crossed / the earth, you sat speechless, / you questioned the closed door, / ‘Are you there?’ No one answered / because all the time it was you.”

I’m. Speechless. ‘Burned’ is killing me, one section at a time. In a beautiful way.

“‘You’ve begun to separate the dark from the dark.’”