we say good morning
I surrender to sleep, with
you here in my dreams
Tag: 5-7-5
Wolf
a wolf curls his lip
his fang-baring smile reveals
everything at once
anywhere
three points on the map
insides pleading- please take me
anywhere but here
non-drowning
melt snow in the lungs
some self-imposed non-drowning
set out for breakfast
oceans
on hands and on feet
ravenous spirits hunting
through empty oceans
some things I like
reverse fairy tales
mountains in my own backyard
letters in cursive
St. John’s
club of dapper homes
paint land with conversation
roll to the ocean
rewind
rewind to the end
inhales and exhales came free
now I have to pay
tastes like
this moment tastes like
delicious, off-limit cake
eaten in secret
Rugby
Sometimes in my sleep
I play rugby in my dreams,
but I never score.
Some call it red 