Three for You

New York City NY

Description

I used to make smoke signals for my love here. I have since digitally burned those dusk-hooded triptych poems. This the static emission of those e-cremated words. Less the death rattle of love than the clarion beep-beep-beep of a flatline patient bolting upright suddenly with eyes wide as life is shocked back in. Will it take, yet again? I am becoming present in this world. I can feel you. I know, the way true things are known, that it is in the next world for us. And I can wait for that because I can feel you now. It is your witchy brew I have drowned in. Am sustained by. The ether through which I swim across planes.