A fire burning feeding on black threads Sown into eyelids of all the corners Consuming time It is to breathe the slit air you cut with your hand through a window To look for words and finding them elsewhere elucidating in the fire pit Glowing when not a void appear…

I am and always have been soft and slow. I absorb so much that I have built callouses. When I shed them, I am scared and beautiful and the bursts of light come out with greater ease and curiosity. I have found my way through dis-ease and I wish to…