Undressing
Naked, bruised skin, unsent words, and an empty shelf stun the quiet…
Read more →Glass tears flesh, a rapt body’s faith now ashes around a sleeping Achilles.
I am not even the glass
I am where the glass broke
and tore through your heel
the towel got red, so red
and warm
how we laughed
at everything
how I put my hair
in your hands
my rapt body pounding with
impossible faith
I may have found Achilles
sleeping in the ashes
of the house I grew up in