When it hurts the most.

I am pressing into myself, in undulation,
in wrinkle and fold and deliberation
this, you, me, him, her and the other
Lysander, Demetrius, Helena, Hermia
A dream, a dream, a dream! In midsummer—-
In my wakefulness, I am cocooning
(without expectations of flight, or winged colour)
for this over-triage is an effort unto my very small being
I cannot breathe still
We have created, [...]

everything i need to be.

hang out your heart to me, in mimetic structure,
a rival, a stark, a mirror to my own bone-jawed disconnection.
perhaps by archaic means, playing telephone by candlelight.
your paper cup to my string.
my tunnel to your ear. your ear to my tunnel.
i never had that sort of window.
i would give you mine again, but its on loan [...]

i woke up

i am not sure
if that sound
just now
and that —- trick of light
was
fireworks
or lightening
or [...]