There’s something about bodies I don’t understand.

The thing y ness of them.

How a body without organs is an empty church.

How without an organ player, we are soundless.


I think of snowfall.

Once separated from the sky,

snowflakes are falling bodies.

Imagine being a part of something like the sky

just to be sent to the earth to melt.

(I have a sense of déjà vu, don’t you?)


A bed in the burn until was empty, and then full,

and then empty again.

Time is untouchable. 

A week has gone by and I can barely smell it.

There is no thing y ness to time. 

How we exist with it in our thoughts is the next miracle.