O Shenandoah! Month of Remembrance ~ Four Poems




candle "the nail under your sandal's strap"



and your body is a place,
a planet I explore,
crawling up its mountains,
tripping on its dreams,
falling through its hollows,
standing in its terror,
swallowing its screams.

on my knees with frightened cries
I reach to find the pain
and heal it with my magic gel,
salt, the kiss-caress of tears.

with my teeth I pull the nails,
lick your wounds until they're healed.

your blood flows through me.



brush





Where the heck am I? -- Beam me back home -- Whisk me away

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