“Summer is coming”
spray tan smiles don’t reach her eyes
winter still lives here
weekend afternoon
conversation stills
music in another room
Monday is too soon
nightingale morning
nightingale morning
air glass cold
cloud-free sky warning
fortunes untold
Seventeen
Seventeen is my lucky number.
It is how old I was when
that thing
happened and look
who’s laughing now.
My lucky colour is bright red.
It’s not my favourite but it is the colour of
that thing
happening
the colour that stays in my head.
You are my lucky person.
You found me one night after
that thing
happened and since then – well, you know.
the wolf bites
the wolf bites the moon
wisp clouds mask red nakedness
shadows on my mind
the night-bitten moon
the night-bitten moon
hangs smaller than yesterday
my interest wanes
The attic
Ji pulled the ladder up behind him and dropped the hatch. The only light came from the clouded sky beyond the clouded skylight. It was here somewhere, it had to be. He opened one box then another. In the last box he found it and held it tight, tears streaming. It was all he had ever wanted.
tides falling
tides falling
low water marks frame deserts
please
hold my hand
tides rising
tides rising
high water marks increasing
hold my hand
I have walked through storms
I have walked through storms
rain and tears alike course down
my weatherproof skin
simonsalento 